Dear Diary:
Forgive my hand writing, for it is unusually bad today, since I am writing while walking. Actually, walking is not quite the right word. Running is more like it.
We were attacked in the night by a bunch of Orcs and I would be dead now if the Undead had not attacked at the same time, and provided a distraction.
I am afraid I am the only one left now and I must find a place to hide. It looks like there is a path up ahead here might offer some shelter. Perhaps I can rest here the night.
