Creature slept for another twenty one hours. It’s awake again. It’s hard to keep watch on it all the time. That arm is growing fast and every time it cracks open its eyes that orange seems a little brighter and stronger.
That look is still there, though. That same look of hatred. It’s unnerving. I can’t bring myself to tie it up. All this is my fault. Now it’s my responsibility. And I don’t sense any immediate threat from it. It even took an apple from me earlier, and swallowed the thing whole. Every time I touch the gun, it flinches in a stiff, pathetic way.
Tie it up? I can’t. Besides, there’s only one full arm to tie. The other is still a… branch, or whatever.
I wish it would stop staring.