I Am Trapped

Carly's hometown of Monroeville is perfect, until the day people begin to disappear. One day she realizes that she is entirely alone.


11. 18th January 2012

Population: 1 (I really need to stop doing this)


I can't do it. I won't. Every time I get near to that place, I get a strange feeling in my stomach like I don't want to be alive any more. Okay, yes, as I promised, I went to the hospital today. I even went as far as going in. I climbed over the barbed wire fence that surrounds the place (ripping my jeans), walked up that sort of path (might I mention, falling over a vine and cutting my hand whilst doing so), clambered very elegantly through a window (cutting my other hand on the glass shards), fell onto the dusty floor the other side (cutting myself in several places) and looked around a bit too. Got creeped out by several rats, a cat and a spider's nest while looking around the place. I also suffered from several horrific wounds for several hours afterwards, possibly breathed in some sort of gas and had a ceiling tile fall on my head when I opened a door. Let's just say, that it was not a pleasant experience. For some weird reason, I passed out. One minute I was opening a new door to a private ward room, and the next, I opened my eyes to the dirty ceiling looming above me like some sort of creepy horror movie. I also had a knife in my hand. A bit unnerving if you ask me. I mean, the nearest knife had been lying on the bed and while my mind was unconscious, my body seemed to have picked it up. It was lying across my stomach when I awoke. I had a vague idea that the town had done it. Made me pass out and then pick up the knife to kill myself.

I'm just saying that I am not going back to that hospital any time soon. No matter how much I want to know how to get everyone back.


Population: 1 (Yeah, I'm going to keep doing this)

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