Day 2 of Month 6 of Year 3040

Fear. Absolute, paralyzing fear. In some of the older books, they said that fear was good, that it helped you make good decisions. They were wrong. So very wrong. This morning, I woke to an animal, standing over me, hatred on his face. Or, at least, I thought it was hatred. I'm still not sure how to decipher these things facial expressions, seeing as they aren't quite human. But anyway, he went to pick me up, and a shot rang out in the silence. There was an undoubtedly surprised expression on his face as he slowly crumpled to the ground. I looked around, trying to find who had shot the creature, but there was nobody else in the room. Then, I looked down and saw the gun I had nabbed in my hand, the safety off. I stared in surprise, realization slowly coming over me like the sun coming over the horizon. I had shot this creature. I had taken my first life. I turned around and vomited.