No words
I keep sitting here and staring at the screen. I’m watching the battery run down and I don’t know what to say. I can’t stop shaking. I can barely speak; my throat is so sore. I haven’t cried yet – everyone else has, but I can’t. I just can’t.
There’s only eight of us left now. The others– I keep seeing them. There was nothing we could do. There was nothing anyone could do.
The world is broken. It’s broken and it wants to kill us. All of us. I think it might succeed.
I can’t do this now. The others need me.
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