I don't know what time it is. I managed to free myself from that prison. I don't know how long I ran but I just kept going until it was almost too dark to keep going. My lungs were burning to a crisp. My legs had lost all feeling and I no longer could even stand up straight. My throat had dried up due to my rough breathing. The taste of blood spread throughout my mouth. My sides twisted into themselves. My tears blurred my vision making it hard to see which way I was going. I ran across any river I could find so that I would lose any scent that their dogs could track. Before my body collapsed I found this cave. I dragged my feet inside and immediately passed out. Now I've woken up. I'm sore to the point that my legs aren't listening to me anymore. My thirst is unquenchable with my body being in the state it's in. I have taken off my damp clothes but having slept in them has already done its damage. Now I lay bare against this stone wall hidden from those who seek to use me. The Cabal must be out there. I have to keep going else they will find me. But I can't force myself to even stand. The cave would have cast me into absolute darkness but there's this luminescent moss that provides a very welcoming dim light in this void. I've been grabbing at the uneven wall and floor to pull myself deeper into this abyss. Whoever or whatever that may be out there has answered my prayers. I found a bag in the nothingness. Within the miracle I've found food, water and a flashlight. Of which I am currently eating, drinking, and using as a source of light to write. I'm sorry but I thank whatever unfortunate fate some fellow weary traveler has suffered. May you have gone quick and without torment. I don’t know how long I can survive on granola bars and bottled water. For now I'll keep crawling deeper into this unending tunnel. My weary legs have come back to me now. I continue to careful traverse the uneven ground by shining the flashlight at my feet. I know look at my arm while taking a break to continue writing. Blood has seeped through the bandages on my left arm. The sound here has completely disappeared vanished the further I've walked down this path. I hear running water! I don’t know how far I am from it for sound travels far in this hall of stone and dirt. I have found the source of the noise and it is flowing water. The life blessing liquid is accessible through a small opening created by several boulders that must have sealed off another tangent in this tunnel. I think I will camp here for the night. I have found a few sleeping bags off to the side near the opening of sound and nourishment. I feel it. Tonight will finally be quiet. I don’t do well with quiet. I've lived my whole life with that overbearing noise. I can't stop shaking. I'm afraid of what that silence will bring. Speak to me. Anyone please speak. Don't leave me alone with my thoughts.

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