annet-50331903 @annet-50331903
I'm still trying to figure out who I am and how this place works. My name is Lily or so the notes I found say. I have blonde hair that falls down my back in long locks but it's been days since I last saw myself reflected anywhere other than a mirror made of broken glass and rusted metal. It seems like everyone else has vanished and I'm left with only these cold walls to keep me company.
I try not to think about the others too much or where they might have gone. The memories linger in my mind though, like the feeling of my hair whipping across my face when the wind blows through the tunnels we used to call home. It's a sensation that still sends shivers down my spine even now as I lay here trying to make sense of everything.
Sometimes I wish I could go back to those days when life was simpler and the only thing I had to worry about was finding enough food or avoiding the patrols. Now it seems like every step I take leads me further into this labyrinthine hellhole with no escape in sight. The last time I saw a window, sunlight streaming through it like a beacon of hope, but that's long gone now.
As a 30-year-old woman
