
I’ve been down so long, I’ve lost track of days. Without benefit of the sun, I rely on cycles to measure the passage of time. Eat, sleep, wake, eat, sleep, wake… three cycles equals one chit mark on the wall. Weeks, months all run together.
Subterranean noises are amplified. What may be a tiny mouse gnawing on a piece of discarded spring roll, sounds like a pack of wild dogs feeding, laying waste to some poor soul who wandered outside the brazier’s corona, outside the safe zone.
I need to scavenge for more food, that means venturing under the lights.

Nice. I could “hear” the amplified sounds as you were describing them…
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I agree with Troy – very bleak indeed! But I can picture it perfectly.
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I think Carrie hit it on the nose – scavenging for food . . . shakes head . . . hoards another flat of food.
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I stay in hurricane mode, so I always have a hoard of food.
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Tense and impossibly bleak!
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Sounds like one of those crazy people with no fingers in their gloves and what looks like graphite all over their face.
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Could be…
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it has a very apocalyptic feel to it
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Oh good! That’s what I was hoping to convey.
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