Diary entry 8

I killed someone last night. I'm not sure how to process this really.

Project bard was a huge success, and I guess someone saw that and followed us back to the warehouse. José and I stayed up to review what we had learned at the school. Then this person slipped out of the shadows and pressed his knife to josés throat, demanding I get the coins. The translation was rough but I heard "money" and "where are". Thank god we took that class.

I looked to josé and made a finger gun, to which José nodded, so I reached into my backpack and pulled out my gun. I say I only had a one in five chance of hitting the guy but luckily it missed José and got the man right in the face. The others woke up and I made sure to cover Mrs. Mimes' eyes.

I didn't sleep for the rest of the night. Too many thoughts in my head. I know it was him or us scenario but I kept asking myself if he was just trying to provide for his family. That eventually got me thinking of my own family.

We are trying to figure out what to do with the body. We don't have any shovels so we can't really dig a hole, and there's no way we can just leave it here. I wonder if my family is planning my funeral. I wonder what they would say.

This man will never return home. Whoever shows up to the funeral will not have a body to cry over. Like me. Like us.

I don't know what to do right now.