User blog comment:FiftyShadesOfJay/NEW purge games/@comment-5329494-20140716002834

Pacing and pacing is all latoya could do, didnt want to leave the house just yet there was safety there which isnt guarenteed in the streets. After hours of crying, sleeping and nothingness she finally decided to leave. It was only a matter of time untill someone walked in looking for food and slams their axe into her skull. She grabbed all the gross beans and dried banana chips left in the cupboards and packed a hiking bag full of them and filled the extra spaces with clothing and bottles for water. She left the house and locked the door so she couldnt go back in and cry. Latoya galloped down the 3 front steps only to hear a swing creaking and cracking. Running as fast as she could she fell and began to sleed on her elbow, nothing much but it made her realize she needed a teammate. She couldve gone back to the swings but what if it was an already formed alliance she couldnt be sure so she kept on running holding her knife pounch tight around her waist. (UHHHHH i dont exactly know what im susposed to write so please let me know if im doing something wrong)