Day... night... doesn't exist in this cell. In the dark I can hardly write.
I've lost all sense of hunger and thirst. It's been so long... Now I'm just waiting to die.
I don't think Ms Shefield is going to last much longer. She lost consciousness yesterday and I don't think she's going to wake up. She's barely breathing. The aliens keep ignoring her. Guess they aren't big on saving people huh?
Do you think that when she goes, our own 'needs' will overcome us? That we will... do the unthinkable?
Does it really matter anymore?
There's only 31 of us now. 30 if you count Ms. Shefield. Everyone else... is gone. I don't know why they kept us, but one by one we're been taken away, and no one's come back. Why they are bothering with our little group I don't know. They annihilated everyone else.
So who's going to be next?
I'm starting to hope it's me. I can barely hold this pen in my hand much less anything else. The lack of food and water has left me so tired. I drift in and out of sleep most of the time. I can barely concentrate long enough to continue this diary. Just my luck that I've had a moment of clarity, long enough to write.
I've given up hope of rescue. I saw everything destroyed myself. Before I was shoved in this... wherever it is...
This place....
No one really speaks any more. I think we are all just waiting to die. Silently huddled together, waiting for the sounds of movement at the door when the aliens come to take another one of us away. Waiting to find out what fate has in store for us. Waiting to see if maybe we too will fall asleep and not wake up, Like Ms. Shefield. Just waiting.
I know. We are all waiting for death to come.
Let it come quickly for us all.