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A project by both Kris and Kora.
A titleless short story Gabe wrote
I
Darkness… Cold… Hunger… It’s been three months since I locked myself in this refuge, there’s no safe place left outside…
I kept contact with other people around me, all locked in their own refuges; at least 20 more people...I lost communication slowly with more and more, I guess their energy generators died, like mine just did.
I ran out of food a week ago, but still have enough water for a month, that’s what’s been keeping me alive. I just hope that everything gets better outside.
II
It’s been three weeks, I’m finally running out of water, I’m starting to fall into madness; all I’ve seen this whole month is my walls, I have no one to talk to, I’m completely alone… I wonder how the others are doing, if they’re as desperate as I am… Going outside is starting to seem like the best option. If I manage to find something, I’ll survive, but if I don’t… my suffering will end.
III
Three days have passed. I still have water for two days, it’s all in a small bag with my medical supplies, which I have almost run out of as well. I’m next to my door, looking at my digital clock; it’s 18 hours, I’ll go out in two more hours when the sun’s completely gone, I don’t want them to find me and the darkness will make it easier for me to escape…
Two hours later, I take a deep breath and a last look at the refuge that kept me alive for this last four months. I open the door and take the first step… back to reality