Journal of a Survivor
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Category:
Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
27
Views:
5,925
Reviews:
58
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
January 12th
January 12th, 2012
No power means no heat, and it’s not like I can start a fire to keep myself warm. Supermarkets carry food and only the essentials. Blankets aren’t an essential apparently, at least, not in this stupid place. My supplies have held out well for eight months, except the frozen and fresh foods of course. When I still had power, I would eat the frozen dinners from the freezers. There’s a microwave in the staff lounge, not that it’s of any use any more. Power only lasted a few months (maybe three) and then everything went dark. Including my outlook on survival.
In the beginning I would watch the news programs on a crappy, tiny little television in the lounge, even if all the thing would pick up was one channel farmer vision. When people went into hiding, fearing for their lives, I listened to small, choppy little broadcasts on a small FM radio I found in a box of cereal. It must have been a prize or something, I don’t remember anymore. Now the radio doesn’t even work anymore.
All static.
No hope.
.
.
.
.
.
The brunette’s small body was shaking slightly from the lack of heat. Raen had curled himself into the corner of his small closet, hugging his arms around his shivering body in an effort to conserve heat and keep himself warm. He was aware that it wasn’t truly that cold outside, but that didn’t make much of a difference when there wasn’t any heat inside the building.
“I…hate winter…” Raen muttered, closing his eyes tightly as he pulled his knees tighter against his chest. The radio was still crackling softly beside his head, and if he hadn’t been so cold, Raen would have reached out to turn it off.
“Shut up…Shut up…If you aren’t going to bring me hope…then stop the bloody crackling!” Raen was aware that his voice echoed ever so slightly in the room, making the brunette wince. Loud noises wasn’t something he wanted to hear when enclosed in the tiny closet, especially when the cold was giving him something along the lines of a brain freeze type of headache.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
So...that's it for the moment...But there will be more! I promise! I'm working on it as we speak, and I plan to take my laptop to work with me today too!
No power means no heat, and it’s not like I can start a fire to keep myself warm. Supermarkets carry food and only the essentials. Blankets aren’t an essential apparently, at least, not in this stupid place. My supplies have held out well for eight months, except the frozen and fresh foods of course. When I still had power, I would eat the frozen dinners from the freezers. There’s a microwave in the staff lounge, not that it’s of any use any more. Power only lasted a few months (maybe three) and then everything went dark. Including my outlook on survival.
In the beginning I would watch the news programs on a crappy, tiny little television in the lounge, even if all the thing would pick up was one channel farmer vision. When people went into hiding, fearing for their lives, I listened to small, choppy little broadcasts on a small FM radio I found in a box of cereal. It must have been a prize or something, I don’t remember anymore. Now the radio doesn’t even work anymore.
All static.
No hope.
.
.
.
.
.
The brunette’s small body was shaking slightly from the lack of heat. Raen had curled himself into the corner of his small closet, hugging his arms around his shivering body in an effort to conserve heat and keep himself warm. He was aware that it wasn’t truly that cold outside, but that didn’t make much of a difference when there wasn’t any heat inside the building.
“I…hate winter…” Raen muttered, closing his eyes tightly as he pulled his knees tighter against his chest. The radio was still crackling softly beside his head, and if he hadn’t been so cold, Raen would have reached out to turn it off.
“Shut up…Shut up…If you aren’t going to bring me hope…then stop the bloody crackling!” Raen was aware that his voice echoed ever so slightly in the room, making the brunette wince. Loud noises wasn’t something he wanted to hear when enclosed in the tiny closet, especially when the cold was giving him something along the lines of a brain freeze type of headache.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
So...that's it for the moment...But there will be more! I promise! I'm working on it as we speak, and I plan to take my laptop to work with me today too!