The Trench - The First Found Page
"I've lost track of the days I've spent down here. I'm slowly starting to hear less and less noise from outside this room. It's been maybe two weeks since I was trapped in this room. I've managed to ration out my food and water for another week or two, but the water's becoming a problem. I have to conserve it, but I'm quickly getting dehydrated faster and faster every day. The smell of iron filled the room as I scribbled in a leather-bound, precious journal. I tried to keep the smell out of my mind as I wrote, glancing up and squinting into the darkness from where the smell emanated. As I made out the shape of a crumpled mess of objects, I forced my sight back down to the journal and quickly began writing again, my handwriting short scratches on the page, the lines of my writing all over the place, no rhyme or reason to them. I'm thinking I can hopefully starve that... thing... out there. I haven't heard it in two days, so I'm thinki...