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I know you will never read this.
But I am writing to tell you that I am okay in the meantime.
If there was anyone to read my last thoughts, it should be you.
I'm scared.
I can't even remove myself from this basement out of fear.
Why do I even stay? My death is inevitable. From getting slaughtered by whatever is out there, to my food supply running out.
I'm down to a few cans of tomatoes and a single loaf of bread; and only a book to keep me company. I have to starve myself just so I can save the small amount of food I have left.
I need to venture out above and find food quick- otherwise, I will starve to death.
All the sound I have left is the ticking of a clock. I might be losing my mind.
There is a yellow landline in here… Sometimes I think I can hear it ringing.
And when I hurry to pick it up, there is no one on the other side.
Even if there was someone, What would I say?
And I yearn to see something other than cement.
Yet, it is the only way I can be safe.
From them.
My house has burned to a single crisp of searing of wood. God I have nothing left.
My family use to live there. you used to live there.
I can remember resting, watching cable TV in the living room
while the scent of the microwave dinners we made wafted into my nose.
But that seems like a lifetime ago.
I've just heard a nearby scream. I do hope I am not in any immediate danger.
Sometimes I wonder- what is going on with the rest of the world?
What is going on with you? Are you safe?
I would sure hope so.
I have no idea what to do.
I'm afraid that I might not survive this mess.

I haven't seen the sun in the longest time,
And I hope I see it just once more before I….
before I die.
I sincerely wish this was all just a dream.
Sometimes I find my fingers unconsciously moving towards my arm to pinch.
Just to feel it.
This is sadly, my reality.
But at least I still share it with you.
I think
I know you will never see this but-where ever you are just know, that I love you.