kind regards | rory + word? [day 3]

A wasteland, all I see is an abyss of nothingness and if I venture too far, it will be all over. To be alone, something I have fought for. Back home where I have a too big of a family, there is nowhere to escape. A room to my own but it was invaded, not once have I ever been able to experience personal space. It's probably why I spoke so much, to try and repel whoever was there, it never worked. Here I am, somewhat alone, a bear on my back and two unidentified beasts in my pouch. I haven't dared to look in it, for fear of losing my digits. Whatever trap the gamemakers threw at us this morning, they obviously did not want us to step back into that forest, they lured us to be killed by that abomination and well...that failed.

I'm alone for once but it doesn't feel right, my senses are shifting at every noise, every movement, every change in the aroma in the air - is this what survival feels like? I sent myself here to end it all but something natural is trying to prolong that. So the final chapter is going to be longer than what I thought, three days and the heart in my chest is still beating, what a twist in a predictable tale.