I can still hear people running through the streets.
There's nowhere to run but it doesn’t seem to matter.
I don't know why but someone pushed me through this doorway before I
was trampled by the crowds. An unselfish act in a time of desperation.
I can make out about seven of us down here.
It’s hard to know for sure.
Fear and hunger have driven some into the damp corners
where the light falls off suddenly and all that’s left is a stench.
We are all just waiting.
My hair sticks to the concrete wall I’m huddled against.
I’m not sure if it’s just dirty or if it’s sticky from the blood.
Either way every time I move my head I pull a few more strands out
adding to the growing number left on the wall behind me.
Most of us have gathered toward the side of the room nearest a small
The corners are too dangerous.
The young man with the glasses was curled up in one of the corners
when he was attacked by a rat that was gnawing at the blood-soaked
towel around his leg.
I think we are in the basement of a small grocery store. We found some
boxes of stale crackers that had been left behind but they were gone after
the first few days.
There are some cans of something. The ends are bulging but there is
nothing to open them with anyway.
The water ran out a few days ago.
I don’t recognize anyone down here but looks can be deceiving in the
There is an old couple across from me.
The woman couldn’t stop crying she just sobbed and clutched a
photograph to her chest, her husband said it was their son.
He tried to comfort her but after two days he stopped. After that she
cried all the harder.
Yesterday she stopped. She’s been silent ever since.
The blond girl at the end of the room talked to me the first couple of
Now she just sits in silence, her eyes staring blankly like some of the
Today I’ve tried to talk to any of them but there has been no response.
None of them will talk to me.
My brain feels sluggish and I just want to sleep. I don’t feel the hunger
anymore but I’m very thirsty.
I mention this to the old couple across from me, there is no reply.
I’ve begun to crave the sound of another human voice more than that of
water to quench my thirst.
If someone doesn’t speak to me, I’m sure I will go mad.
My eyes feel heavy.
Maybe it would be alright to sleep just for a minute.
When I wake up maybe someone will talk to me.
I’m sure one of them will have something to say soon…