| On the morning of day 414, one more time, the infected characters do not wake up. The droning sound has started again, louder again near those who are comatose. Somewhere else, in their minds, they've been trapped in that white room for two days. There's water--you cant remember when it showed up, everything is jumbled together--but no food, and the hunger is persistent. It's pitch black, and you can't remember when the lights went out. Not one of you can see. You're shifting and crawling and dragging yourselves on the floor, and when did you lose the ability to stand? You're hungry. You're tired. Did you sleep? You don't think you've slept. You want to get out. There's a door, though. You don't know when it got here. There's a door, and if you all work together, maybe you can force it open. Or maybe you can't. But what else can you do? You feel sick, but not in the specific, awful ways from before. Instead, it's like all your organs have been hollowed out and something else has been poured in, and you're overstuffed in all the wrong places. Maybe that's why it's so difficult to walk. That's just a metaphor, though. Probably. Maybe. It's so dark. You have to get out. The log for part two is here. |
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