journal_day02.txt

Still here. Still alive.

I tried the emergency exit yesterday but I couldn't get it open. The maintenance hatch is blocked by something. Debris maybe. Or the whole structure shifted. I don't know. The main entrance is the only way out and I'm not opening it yet.

The air system says external atmosphere is compromised. Particulate levels critical. Temperature reading is wrong. Has to be wrong. Says 310 degrees.

I can hear it outside. Not the fire itself but the roar of it. Like wind but worse. The whole bunker vibrates sometimes.

I've been doing inventory. The overnight test family left half a bag of Goldfish crackers. There's coffee in the kitchen that the boss keeps stocked for tours. Seventeen K-cups. The fridge has two bottles of water that someone left. Everything else is the food I brought.

I'm trying to ration. One granola bar for breakfast. Crackers and jerky for lunch and dinner. Soup if I'm still hungry. If I'm careful I have maybe three weeks. Four if I really stretch it.

The Pixar collection is extensive. I've never seen Ratatouille. I guess now's my chance.

Keep thinking about the truck. Keep thinking I should have driven away. But where? Where was there to go?

journal_day03.txt