journal_day10.txt

Ten days.

The temperature dropped to 68 degrees.

Sixty-eight.

It was 340 on day one. Now it's 68.

Something changed. The air quality is improving too. Still says SEVERE but the numbers are dropping steadily.

I don't know what's happening up there. I don't know if this is good or bad.

I'm hungry all the time now. The rationing is working but my body doesn't care about math. I ate a whole can of soup today because I couldn't help it. Then felt sick about it for an hour.

Eight granola bars left. One can of soup. Some jerky. The coffee is gone.

The silence outside is complete now. No roaring. No rumbling. Nothing. Just the hum of the ventilation system and my own breathing.

I keep wondering who else made it. If anyone made it. If there are other bunkers. Other survivors. Or if I'm the last one.

journal_day14.txt