friend update: whattaya doin
double update: chubs is down in the dirt again, like he was this morning. stay down there dangit
he’s gone up and down two more times. go to BED
feeling soft and blue
i was reminded of the little one the other day then earlier i thought i felt him run over my foot. it still hurts me so much, i dont think it will ever stop
there were huge sprawling concrete basements under the buildings like the bottom level of a multistory carpark. from above they will flood them from one small opening, a large heavy grate with a huge metal bolt that sunk like a plug into the ground. during the war they would feed all the children into it and leave them there to die. some would survive months endlessly searching in the darkness, occasionally bumping into the bodies of others. people above would use the small opening as a toilet until the waters became a stagnant sewer.
when we found it we decided to open the hatch to see if there were any survivors. a rope was lowered down then we pulled up one lone young boy. he looked about 6 or 7, his eyes had become discolored and turned a milky white. when he looked at you he looked through you. his body was autonomous but his mind had totally gone