He awoke alone. It was terrible, it disgusting both mentally and physically, and he found the company of his books distasteful.

He’d awoke alone for twelve weeks or so, one night everyone had left, they’d all up and disappeared. Probably went somewhere without him, he was the outcast and everyone knew it, but for some reason he felt there was something more sinister afoot that just simple isolation.

The base had been outfitted long ago for one simple purpose, containment. Perhaps he’d contracted some form of virus, or perhaps they’d decided he was best left to defend things on his own, he could never know. He doubted he would see them again, for some reason he believed he was hated.

Of course being virtually alone left him time to do things he normally couldn’t, he was able to really do some things he desired to do. He could paint, he could write, and he could read anything without fear of insult.

But his usual pastime of getting people pissed was no longer available, there’d be no more yelling, and no more funny reactions to the things he said. He was alone to laugh at his own jokes, and alone to cry for everything.

There was nobody else to cry for his tragedies and he found he was alone, so terribly alone.

He couldn’t leave the base, it was a self-containment unit sealed off during times like these. He wouldn’t get out unless someone released him, he assumed they’d sealed him off when they left.

Perhaps that wasn’t the case, perhaps they’d went out through the tunnels, or perhaps they’d been put in the incinerary, he didn’t know. There was no way to know. The surveillance had been turned off when this crisis emerged, they didn’t need it, they had specific alarms for every room.

The crisis had come about approximately three months ago, what had set it off had been a complete mystery, but what had occurred was widespread chaos, reports of cannibalism and riot, and a number of murders as a result of bites.

Typically my days would consist of me waking at 5 AM, there was work to do and no matter what I had to get up at that time. What if somebody came and rescued me? They can’t abandon me forever now can they?

After waking up I’d take care of all my hygienic issues, brushing my teeth, showering, and all that good stuff. I like to keep my clean shaven and squeaky clean all around.

Then after that is done I like to work out a bit, I can’t do any weight training, the base isn’t equipped for that, but I can do body weight exercises. Push-ups, chinups, chest dips, squats, situps, all that stuff.

After that is over I eat breakfast, which consists of whatever I feel like making. Of course I keep it to a minimum, we only have non-perishables at the base and there’s a limited amount. I should be able to last at least a year of those basic supplies as long as the power doesn’t give out.

Total isolation is something many people shouldn’t deal with it, it’s something you never want to deal with, there’s nobody to talk to, there’s nobody to listen to. There’s nobody to love, nobody to touch, and there’s nobody to play games with. Everything you experience is all your own, and that is the worst part. Life is about shared experiences if you ask me, marriage, child, and love. All the biggest parts of life and all shared.

Although there can be arguments about that, for the most part they are shared experiences. I really can’t believe that I was left here, I can’t believe they took their things and left without.

Any person would understand my anger, at least leave a fucking note, or some sign that maybe I’ll be saved. I’m getting god damn claustrophobic in here all by my lonesome. There’s nothing to fucking do.

I’m trying to keep a good journal’s worth of my experiences, perhaps somebody will come and it’ll be too late. But maybe they’ll want to know what I know, they’ll want to know about me, perhaps they’ll want to try to see what was happening to me.

To see why I did the things I did. This writing, this writing will tell that fucking story. Believe every fucking word because they left me here, they took the things they needed and left me be.

I didn’t ask for this, I didn’t do anything wrong, so why the fuck do you leave me in the god damn dark? Why the fuck do you leave another person all alone?

Did it make them feel right? Did it make them feel better? FUCK!

Why? Why? Why?
I can’t understand it. I just can’t fucking understand it.