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I don't know how long it's been
It could be days, weeks... It felt like years
There was no knowing in passing time, no acknowledgement to the day or night All I knew was that it's felt like forever since I came across one of those... Things
I've given up on someone coming to find me, if it is the dead I've been killing, the hospital in which my two best friends were couldn't of ended well, and who else would even look for me
I sat here in my office chair, something I've sat on millions of times before, but it feels so foreign now, so... Off
I mean it could be worse, I have a gun supply and warm water, I have food, but it won't last much longer
I dread the day I have to walk out of these walls, having to face what this world became, having to finally accept this I've only been in the back of the station, which was protected by cement walls, I was out there dragging the body's of people I've known for years or have never seen before, as I could no longer handle the smell
I think I'm going crazy, but I have no idea, how do you know if you're gone crazy? I've been sitting in silence for so long, I'm starting to think that maybe I shouldn't even try
Maybe I shouldn't walk out of these walls, maybe I should just let myself starve, or put a gun in my mouth, that's what people do right?
Quit.
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It's been to long now, I cant take it anymore, sleeping on a hard floor with the smell of blood and decay
I've run out of food, I can't go outside, not alone, not without knowing what this is, I've had a shot gun on my lap all day, I can't even find it in me to cry, I just feel so alone right now, so useless, I can't help but think I'm the only person alive. I know it sounds stupid, but so would me telling you that this would of ever happened in the first place
I hear growls at night, it's still going on, it hasn't ended, it's not going to end
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The metal felt cold at the back of my throat, tears fell down my face as my cries were silenced by the gun
I've given up
This world is beyond my own imagination, the sick and terror stricken reality of it has crashed down on my shoulders, falling upon me like a stabbing wound, poisoning my blood and skin to a point where my sanity wears thin
