Monday, November 5, 2012

05 Nov

We’ve stopped moving again. Our food and water supplies are vanishing at a rather alarming rate. It’s dark outside; I can’t see anything when the lights aren’t on. The darkness is almost a substance in and of itself down here, and seems to gobble up even the light we shine into it.

We’re not sure why we’ve stopped moving, only that we have. There was a bump that shook all of Hubie, and then the sense of motion stopped. Our lights aren’t working. Maybe we hit a wall.

Now we’re really all going to die.

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Posted by on November 5, 2012 in Blog Fiction


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