Excerpt from Asher's Journal
June 16, 2033
Days without food – 5
Days without sleep – 1
I’m doing better at getting sleep now, whether that’s from exhaustion or adaptation, I don’t know. Either way, I’ve managed to avoid the gangs so far. I’m alive and that’s all that matters. If I can keep it together…if I can survive this first wave of death, someone will get things back up and running, right? There’ll be radio or an Army convoy, or something. There has to be.
This can’t be all there is.
IT CAN’T BE. IT CAN’T.
Can it?
I want to write…to document what I’m seeing. The ache is so bad it makes me shake. But I can’t. Every time I try to write this insanity crystalizes and my hand seizes.
This can’t be.
Not the barricades.
Not the gangs.
The guns.
The rape.
The starvation…
My stomach burns brighter than my will
I want to write…to document what I’m seeing. The ache is so bad it makes me shake. But I can’t. Every time I try to write this insanity crystalizes and my hand seizes.
This can’t be.
Not the barricades.
Not the gangs.
The guns.
The rape.
The starvation…
My stomach burns brighter than my will
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