It feels... empty here.
This place used to be so full of people. People that became friends.
Yet each passing day, my friends keep dying. And we have to watch them die.
I'm not okay. Could I have saved them? Could we have all survived?

Every single day...
13 people left.
...I hoped that we'd all make it out alive.
10 people left.
...That we wouldn't have to watch everyone else die.
7 people left.
I guess I was wrong.
4 people left.
...So this is the finale...
Can we make it out alive?

(How do I stop shitposting stories?)

Edited 9/3/2022 13:13:11

start writing a book and you wont have so much overflow :p

Everyday I see his face

*picture of Grover looms menacingly*

And their killer died too
***picture of alien trapping grover looms menacingly***