I didn't get a solid wink of sleep that night, as expected. The flickering candlelight was really distracting and the noises of ambling biters outside had me terrified. I regretted the decision of trapping myself in a dank hole for the night, because I had no choice but to remain there until morning. There was no way of me getting out without creating a scene and at a time as cold, dark and threatening as this, there was no way I'd be able to fight any biters off.
I tried to distract myself from thinking about what was going on outside, but it was hard. I knew there would most likely be some close, but so far they weren't scrambling against my make-shift barricade, and I had to be grateful for that. I wondered if they knew I was in there, and then I tried to think of something else. My stomach was crying out for some food, but I needed to keep what I had and ration it carefully as I had no idea where my next meal would come from. I just wanted to be home, safe and warm with Michael in my bed like I was a few years ago. And although it was obvious I couldn't be there, I still hoped and prayed that I somehow was.
