angasil

There was an announcement today. I read it, as most of us did. It made my hair stand and now my stomach feels weird. Everyone was asked to spend the day outside and look for resources and materials for building. You see, after four days in this god forsaken place you can't expect from a handful of people to keep finding stuff out there. Our only strength lies in our number and organization of this little community. I know all this. I live it every day. Then why do I feel like this? Why does it get worse with every step that takes me closer to the gates? I've checked the map three times to make sure there are no danger in one kilometer radi

Walls around me, enclosing me. I constantly wonder, are they there to protect me? Or imprison me? I get up and place my hand on one of them. It's cold, unfriendly, but still so steady and reassuring. It feels like it's made of bricks, or metal, although coated by a thin layer of plastic paint. It has the color of mustard, only much much lighter. I know it has a name but the feeling that it reminds me of mustard is much more pleasant than using its actual name. But why mustard? I think I hate it.. Or love it too much, when mixed with warm honey and poured on roasted chicken. Now hunger fills my mind and this light pain-like feeling grows in