The Locket
Doomsday Diary
The hunger pains were getting harder to ignore. It was getting harder for her to concentrate and her mistakes were increasing. Making a mistake out here could mean the difference between life and death. The air was like breathing in fire despite the hydration and filtration mask she was wearing. All around her were heat waves emanating from dusty, abandoned buildings. The roads were so hot they had given up and buckled every hundred feet or so. There was no relief from the heat, even in the shade. Her chest was aching with every breath drawn in, but she had to keep going. If she didn’t find food soon, she would be too weak to make it past tomorrow. Water, she reminded herself, you need to find water too. There was only half a bottle left and she had to ration it. Easy to think this, but harder to do it when you are so thirsty your throat is a scratchy bramble of thorns. “One more step, another, just make it to the next building and then you can rest”, she tells herself
