It's been a week! This shit just got bad! Mate there's something crazy going on here. I'm leaving the village in a few hours I have supplies, maybe enough for a weeks trip. I hope to Christ that you've informed someone of my disappearance, I need urgent assistance.
I was attacked again, by even more people, but there's something messed up with them Chris; they're fucking mental. I don't quite know what more I can tell you, but my location right now, is in my room in the little cream hotel, room 14. If you can send help.
I missed your birthday, I'm sorry, but if you were here experiencing the same mardy shit I have, you'd understand.
This village doesn't have a name, and I've lost all bearings, my map, compass, all gone, left with my kit when I fled the scene. So I'm trailing blind, remember our squaddie training mate, look for white markers, about eye height, white pieces of cloth, I've torn up my bedsheets.