Chapter 1
Entry 1.
July 14th.
Or at least that's the day I can last think of. It's dark and cold, but I don't have goosebumps, my breath is clear as my mind...but my mind is blank. What year is it, July 14th, July 14th. I don't remember a thing, this void in my chest aches and I don't know what to do, I don't even know if what im writing is correct, I can't seem to see the page.
Entry 2.
I've completely erased the time from my mind, but from what I can gather is that it's been about 41 min; but how would I know, I lost count a while ago. I Remember vaguely about having a bag laced to a strap on my shoulder, but it's lost from my sight. What I seem to be sitting on feels matalic and clean. Im guessing it's some sort of steel or metal. I've walked about 10 steps and no walls have appeared.
Entry 3.
My pen is kept enclosed in my palm so I don't lose it like my bag. The notebook has 500 pages, all which took me a long while to count without messing up miserably. I traced my finger tips along the indented letters on the cover of the notebook and made out the words In Property of K. J. V. That must be my name, but it doesn't specifically spell out a name, just a jumble of letters. Since whenever ago I've seemed to figure out my name, where I possibly am and that there are no walls in every 10 foot radius. I must keep searching.
Entry 4.
I walked north of my post based on proper logic and no platforms or wall like structures in 30 steps. I trailed back exactly 30 steps and did it the other way three other times, no walls. From all that walking, my throat has began to dry up and I let out a firm gasp. I figured the last time I had water was at least a couple Eewof hours ago. What time is it now?
Entry 5.
It's getting harder to retain my thoughts, my breathing got quicker and my body trembles from lack of water. I have to get up and look for that bag. This time I go in a 100 ft radius in all directions, I dont even know where north is anymore.
Entry 6.
I tripped over a mound, or rather a leather based bag that I might've brought with me. I pick it up and dig inside ravaging...I'm a savage. I can't see so I use my sense of touch to figure out what each mysterious object is. The bag is larger than I would've expected. I find a whole carton of water; or what I'm guessing is water. Another pen, retangular cards of some sort, a pack of what im assuming is batteries, flashlight, a packed lunch that stinks and my nostrils flare up. Lastly, I dig deeper and find a circular object with a clasp atatched, I open it and a bright light blinds my retinas. I remember passing out.
Entry 7.
I might aswell write out every single thing I'm thinking at the moment, the probability of me dying in a couple of days or a week is high and the chance of me getting rescued is rather low. I mean, who is gonna read this silly journal anyways.
