I can barely remember the Sun. I found a “fountain” for water, but food in this dread land is scarce. I have begun hunting fellow customers for sustenance, this Byzantine Hell has eroded all sense of humanity from me. I pray my family can learn to live without me for I do not believe I will ever see them again. God have mercy on my soul.
Day 23:
I can barely remember the Sun. I found a “fountain” for water, but food in this dread land is scarce. I have begun hunting fellow customers for sustenance, this Byzantine Hell has eroded all sense of humanity from me. I pray my family can learn to live without me for I do not believe I will ever see them again. God have mercy on my soul.
“Sir the store is closing in 10 minutes, the exit is down aisle one”