Day 1-

So, uh, I guess I'm meant to write in this thing. I'm not too sure what's going on… in fact, I don't think I can really remember anything, now that I think about it.

I suppose if I'm gonna use this as a journal, I should explain my situation. Maybe if I learn more I can use this for reference?

In any case, I'm... Hinata, I guess.

This is as much as I know right now, admittedly... I just woke up against this stone hard ground. And… it goes on for miles. I can look in any direction and can't seem to see anything. Nothing but cold rock earth as far as the eye can see. It's pretty sturdy, and I can't seem to break it or anything. There are chips and cracks in it here and there, but no loose pebbles. It's pretty empty. There's no wind, but the air is pretty cold. And well... that's it.

That's all I know. It kind of makes me depressed to think that I know so little. No matter what I do, it feels like I have a weight of slight pessimism holding me down, pulling at my core. Maybe I was like this before I came here, I'm not too sure. In fact, if I think about it too long, it feels as though I can't be sure of anything. So I've just decided not to think, or it just brings me down again.

I'd say I've been awake for a good hour, but there's no telling. Although it looks like I'm outside, the sky is coated in a dull grey, and I can't see the sun. It's not getting any lighter or darker.

Ever since I got up, I've been sore all over, but I've tried walking. I decided on a direction and set out that way, plain and simple. I'd have hoped to find anything, at all. But it looks like the scenery hasn't changed.

But I did find a book. It was just sitting there. I don't know why. I don't know anything that's happening, but I never expected a book to just be sitting there against the stone. I was hoping maybe it would give me some answers, of why I'm in this empty, dull void land. But… the book had no writing in it. Well, some sort of pencil was in it though. It looks more like a lump of pencil lead jammed into an ashy grey stick. It doesn't leave a mark on the rocky surface, but it does in the book.

It may seem like a dumb choice, but… I then decided to use the book as a journal. I have nothing else to do, but… uh, keep walking, I guess. But to just keep walking, without knowing what I'll find, or if I'll even end up find anything? What if I just keep walking for all eternity, or wind up losing track of where I came from and go in circles? Would I even know? What if I already have been?

This is what I mean by thinking too much. I have to remember not to think. Don't think. Just walk.

Don't think. Just walk.

...

I don't even know how to keep track of time, but I'm guessing it's been three hours. Just hiking for that long is exhausting enough. With nothing to look at, I accidentally start thinking again now and then. I really need something else to focus on.

I've been taking a bit of a rest. I think I may try to fall asleep. I feel extremely tired. Was it just from the walking? Or…?

Day 2-

I didn't mean to fall asleep, but I guess I did. I don't feel any less tired. Maybe I didn't sleep for long? Again, I don't know how to keep track of the time. I don't actually know if it's been a day or not. I do know I'm getting tired of writing the words "I don't know"... but there isn't much I do know.

There was a little dampness near my face when I woke up. I think I drooled a little…? That's embarrassing. I think I should just keep walking for a bit. I don't want to walk. My legs are sore. But I will. I've got nothing else to do...

Day 3-

I spent the whole day walking yesterday. Nothing has changed. Nothing at all. I'm starting to lose any hope of getting out of here. I think of it more as a prison than anything. What's the difference? I'm trapped. I'm hurt. I'm desperate already.

I want my old life back.

...

Overnight I drooled again. Weird.

I took a stop and I think I'm using writing as an excuse not to walk any more but I just want a break more than anything.

I've an issue with the situation as well. Although I keep feeling weaker and weaker as the hours fly by... I'm not getting hungrier. At all. If I've gotten full sleeps it should have been three days. Wouldn't I start starving? I'm not even thirsty.

Don't get me wrong, I would love to eat. To have a different taste in my mouth than the dull dryness. In fact, all my senses could use something new. I wish I could see something besides grey. I wish I could hear something other than footsteps or my own voice. I wish I could feel anything besides the cold solid earth. I wish I could smell something… else?

Now that I think about it, I think I smell something different. Nothing pleasant, but like… burning, I think. Ashy air. That's new.

If I survive till tomorrow, I think I may find out.

Day 4-

I survived. Unfortunately.

Still not hungry.

Still not thirsty.

Still hurts.

Still grey.

Still rock.

Still walking.

Don't think. Just walk.