BRIDGE 4
Despite me wishing for it every night this is no dream; I've fallen into a deep depression. It's been seven days since I woke up here; the infant woke up two days ago and gave their story credibility. I had my first test too; what kind of a demented person puts gun in the place of someone's hand. And an automatic at that! There's bruises all the way up my arm and it's hurting like hell; that, coupled with the crap food, is making my depression a whole lot worse. 001 tried to tell me encouraging things but I find it hard to take advice from someone who can't even talk properly on his own. The only thing that's keeping me from just giving up completely is the escape plan we're devising between us. Only time will tell…