A/N I really hope this doesn't play out like series one of the walking dead, or that minecraft thing (lessons of survival by vareide, watch it and try and get it back up and running!) I want it to be different! Leave a comment whether you liked it, and maybe slap dat vote button while you're at it!
I need to leave. We need to leave. It's been five days since we found it, that thing. Now it's started to rot, and we need to get out before it... turns. Let me explain. I wrote in this journal six days ago, and then I saw it, a door. I woke Anette, she mostly sleeps now, and told her she could open it if she wanted.
"Let's do it!" she cried, and I followed her to the door. I grinned as she opened it up, always ambitious, always happy, always optimistic. Mostly wrong. Inside the door was a corpse. Also a whole other room, but who would want to explore a room with a rotting body in it? Not me, not even Anette. Oh god, I just thought, Anette's type, her character, is normally the first to die. I have to keep that from happening, die for her if I have to.
She's getting weaker, we both are. I found a mouldy apple today, cut off the fluffy bits, leaving only half and gave it to her. She refused until I had some myself. Sweet. Six years old and ready to give up her food for her older sister. I've had to stay strong for her, bustling around, pretending to be busy, dragging the corpse into the furthest corner from our matresses, fixing the torches. All we have is battery power now, no mains for weeks, and no windows to give us some light, or sight for that matter.
