Connor's Journal: Day Four

I've taking a liking to this chicken, he's fairly pretty. 
Black feathers with some sort of green in his eyes.
Seems to be my only friend around here, can't find anyone else.
I ran past a abandoned Buggy but looked for hours waiting for Someone to come by and
nobody did.

Something is wrong here, am I alone?
I hope not.
I hope to be back with you my Love.
cause wherever I am in this "dream" It's lonely.
- Your Connor