Isolation

Remember yesterday's post about all that writing? Well, Azia's comment was something I've thought about before, but from a slightly dystopian perspective.

"It's a very romantic thought... isn't it? Part of me is very interested in what writing for 14 hours straight would feel like."

I know exactly how it would look, and I've done this before. Not here, but in notebooks. Wondering what would happen to someone that is isolated in a situation for an extended period of time. This is (similar to) what I always come up with when I write these:

Day 1. Isolated. Locked down. I'm not sure what happened, but it seems like the end of the world. Went looting today, well...tried anyway. Everyone else had the same idea. Except while they went for the electronics that won't work, I went for food and water. Resting now and going back out after dark.

Day 2. Broke into the pharmacy last night. It was untouched. Scored everything from birth control to morphine to amoxicillin. Grabbed the cigarettes, too.

Day 5. Something exploded nearby. Shook the entire house. Pretty sure it was a propane tank at the trailer park down the road. Sounded like debris falling from the sky shortly afterward. The neighbors have one, too. Best to get my hands on some of it and drain the tank so the same thing doesn't happen here.

Day 14. All the perishable food is gone. Should have traded it early. Nothing but compost now. Canned goods and bottled water. No word from the government.

Day 22. Was chased today. They were people, but they were jumpy and had guns. Made it home and barricaded in. I don't think they followed me.

Day 24. I was wrong. They followed me and now they're trying to get it. Sucks to be them. Pretty well hunkered down here. Plenty of canned goods and bottled drinks to last a month-long siege. Fortification for the win!

Day 36. After several days they tried to set my house on fire. MY HOUSE! I showed them. I built this place to keep the world out. They kept coming, so I made some bombs out of the propane I had left from the neighbors tank. Probably shouldn't have drained it. Did the trick, though. Two explosions and they haven't been back. It's been two days so far, and I can't see anything outside except those two bodies. Don't dare go outside.

Day 44. I heard a scratching, I know I did. Trried to look outside but seen othing. Day and night the god damn scratching!

day 48. scratch scratch scratch its coming from the floor i swear it is. Something unnnnder the houss. their trying to get in not in my head, albert, so stop saying that.

day 63 they took my food cameright through the wlalls and take it all rite off my head and taks my food.

Some survivalist. Some paranoia. With a healthy dose of getting a little like Gollum at the end.

It is what it is, right?

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