The past few days have been lazy and insufferable, i have clean water, i believe, a bathroom that seems to be working at the moment, but no source of food and the pains are now constant. I have gone five days without food, i can't sleep well, i have no energy and right now i swear to God i would eat my high school cafeteria's food with almost zero remorse. If i am going to live i have to find a source of food and i have to soon. I have explored a lot of the cave but one section has been a little sketchy, lots of loose rocks and unsteady footing, but it is the last possible area where there might be food. After a very poor first attempt ending in a few bruises, a cut on my arm, and an emotional breakdown i now believe that i will die here, and it will most likely be self inflicted. After breaking down for a little while, i think the lack of food is starting to get to me, i have decided that its climb or bust.
I approached the rising hole in the cave and decided that the best method would be to try and scramble and clamor up as quick as possible. That did not work. After several more attempts of pain and struggle the wise old story of the tortoise and the hair came to mind, maybe slow and steady is the way to go. After one last ditch effort of speedy and a quick running start i have now began my slow accent up the cave.
The cave walls gave slowly underneath my weight and each step was more sketchy than the last, i had self doubt the entire way up but a voice deep inside said that you must go forward, you must continue, this is life on the line, my life. This voice, though weak and distant and overshadowed by doubt soon began to grow in strength and volume. I tuned everything out except for that deep primal desire for survival.Step after step, inch after inch i finally made it up, collapsing in exhaustion, dear God i hope there is a nacho machine here.
After a must need rest i knew i had to continue, if i stay i will die. I kept nothing in my mind except for the great desire for food. After what seems like ages i heard in the distance what sounded like trees in the wind, edging forward and following the sound the cave began to become lighter and lighter. With great desperation i began to ran, ignoring the hunger, the pain, only hoping that my escape was here, that i was liberated, but this was a lost dream. blinded by the light i escaped the cave with great joy, barely seeing a thing, the light was blinding and painful, but it was the greatest feeling i have experienced in my life.
As my eyes adjusted to the light my my bliss turned to melancholy, i wasn't free from my prison. I first noticed the small grove of trees and flowers and wept like a new born baby, but then i noticed the rising rock walls the shot above the trees and higher, i was in a hole. I felt betrayed and furious with everything, freedom was so close but it mocked and laughed in my face.
The anger and fury grew within me, within me, i screamed at the top of my lungs until my voice turned raspy and painful. After the short yelling, screaming and cursing at trees i calmed down and began to fully observe my new surroundings. There were a few trees with berries and small fruit, so i won't starve but may die of poisoning. There were a few birds flying around, that may be helpful later, and a small pond that had a stream flow down toward the cave, i guess thats my drinking water, the pond seemed clear and clean to drink till across this small pond a squirrel came up and proceeded to clean itself in the water, I have been drinking squirrel bath water for the past three days.
