Hey... it's thursday, I guess. Man I lost track of time... We are still in this hatch. At 2am a man with green reflective glasses came. I can see him in the corner, sitting there, alone. People are afraid of each other, if they had guns I probably wouldn't be able to write this. It is hard to be here with 5 people that never spoke a word with anyone in this hatch. Though they all look alike each has something that distinguishes him from the rest of the group - almost like they were marked purposely. Three days ago I found a little hole in the hatch, of course that I looked through it. I am so happy that I can see a bit of sunlight every day. In my little notebook there is a drawing of a flower growing on the other side of the hatch, I drew it myself today and don't believe me but that is the only nice thing out there. You.... you can't even imagine what is on the other side... It is a world of hate, misery, war, devastation, story writing & publishing, killing, dying..... loosing.
Hatch no. 18a, Ordadon, Some 15, May, 2045 [The Singularity]
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