212TH DAY OF THE 472ND YEAR OF CIVILIZATION

DAWN

I slept restlessly, only closing my eyes in short bursts. I feel immense pain throughout my whole body. My hair has begun to fall out. The redness on my arms has spread to the rest of my skin, and worsened to blisters in some places. I vomited again this morning, almost entirely blood. I must make it back.

⅔ BEFORE ZENITH

I came upon the gap I’d made in the fence quickly. Now all that is left is the forest of spikes. I am so close.

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ZENITH

I cannot go on. My legs have collapsed beneath me. I tried to drag myself forward, to no avail. I am so weak, I can barely lift my hand to write this, but the world must know what has happened to me.

½ AFTER ZENITH

Stranger, if you are reading this, turn back. Leave my body, and run as fast and as far as you can. I should’ve heeded the sign. This place is not a place of honor. Nothing valued is here. All that awaits you is death.