Prologue
I haven't seen daylight for what seems like a life age. Trapped in this desolate hole in the ground, wherever it may be. I wonder how long it will take for me to die. Too weak to move, I must simply lie here, contemplating my demise. Will this sickness take me: this fever burning holes through my being? Will the cold get me? Will I freeze into solid ice, embedded deep in the earth? Will I starve? Will I die of thirst? I don't know, but I hope it comes quickly. The pain is intense as another coughing fit takes hold of me, threatening to rip me in two. How long ago was it that I sat on my comfortable bed back home, complaining about my homework? How I wish that I could be working on Trigonometry right at this moment. After all, now that I think about it, I was doing just that not more than a week and a half ago. My mind is beginning to wander to the day it happened. It all started December 19th, a Friday.
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I haven't seen daylight for what seems like a life age. Trapped in this desolate hole in the ground, wherever it may be. I wonder how long it will take for me to die. Too weak to move, I must simply lie here, contemplating my demise. Will this sickness take me: this fever burning holes through my being? Will the cold get me? Will I freeze into solid ice, embedded deep in the earth? Will I starve? Will I die of thirst? I don't know, but I hope it comes quickly. The pain is intense as another coughing fit takes hold of me, threatening to rip me in two. How long ago was it that I sat on my comfortable bed back home, complaining about my homework? How I wish that I could be working on Trigonometry right at this moment. After all, now that I think about it, I was doing just that not more than a week and a half ago. My mind is beginning to wander to the day it happened. It all started December 19th, a Friday.
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