(2/2) Upstairs empty, I went to check on tootles. When I found him, he hadn’t even went down the staircase. He was just floating in the doorway. When I looked down, all I could hear was the sounds of a beak pecking. We bolted the door shut, and told Donald the house was empty.
Day 83. It’s me, Mickey. It’s been two days since Tootles bludgeoned Pete to death with a baseball bat mousekatool. We’re going to use his body as bait to make an escape. I’m scared that we’ll turn into monsters without or without the virus.
Day 80.We left the clubhouse. Donald hasn’t spoke since the Daisy incident.Pete has also joined our party. It worries me though.I’ve awoken at night to the sounds of Pete in his sleep whispering about how good Mini and Pluto would taste.We’ll confront him in the morning. - Mickey