This is the beginning of a short story of mine. Let me know what you think of it.
Day 17
There are only three of us left as I write this. The other seven are gone. I don’t know where. Neither does Andrew. Andrew Walker is my boyfriend. Richard Brennan is the third. He’s a doctor. My name is Alexis Stone, but everyone calls me Lexi.
The storm is still raging outside. The wind moans with the bereavement of a lost soul as it pushes the blinding snow. It’s been like this for a week now. I’ve barely slept for days. None of us have. I stink. We all stink. None of us have had a bath for days now. Hygiene is pretty low on the priority list these days, and none of us want to be alone.
Mr. Stillworth is missing this morning. So far there’s been one disappearance each night since we took shelter here. I’m terrified that I’ll be next. Or Andrew will.
The generator won’t last much longer. When it runs out of fuel I don’t know what we’ll do. It’s very cold, but we have a fire and that helps. Andrew tells me that we’re going to get out of here, but every day I believe a little bit more that we won’t. Being cooped up in this place for so long is making us all a little bit crazy, so I thought I would sit down and record what’s been happening to me for the past two-plus weeks. Maybe it will help keep me sane.
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