I had the same dream again last night the same dream I have had every night since this happened. I’m in a dark room with only one source of light. A candle in the distance but the more I move towards the light the further the light seems to get from me until eventually it disappears and I wake up screaming. Life after the end of the world is not exactly a piece of cake in general but throw in sleep deprivation and you enter a whole new world of hell. You spend all day afraid of zombies and all night afraid of your own mind, but that’s why I have decided to write this journal. Maybe if I can get some of my fears out of my head it might make this life bearable. And I guess after the end of the world, bearable is as good as it gets.
Journal entry one. Don’t go crazy.
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