journal_day18.txt

Temp 38. Air quality MODERATE.

Three granola bars. Some jerky crumbs.

It's freezing up there. I don't have winter clothes. I came here in shorts and a t-shirt because it was Labour Day. Because it was supposed to be ninety degrees and sunny.

Now it's 38 and I'm trapped underground with nothing warm to wear and nothing left to eat.

I tried to take a shower today to feel normal. The water heater works. The pressure is fine. But standing there felt absurd. Why shower? For who? I'm alone in a luxury bunker eating granola bar crumbs and watching DVDs for children.

The manual has a troubleshooting section. There's nothing in there about what to do when the world burns and then freezes and you're out of food.

I keep thinking about my truck. If it survived. If the keys are still in it. If I could get to it.

If there's anywhere to drive to.

journal_day21.txt