side of the dimly lit corridor. He was headed to the buffet on deck 12, but which one? I wasn’t as familiar with the ship as he was, but I was pretty sure there was more than one.
I realized that as much as I wanted to look for him, I shouldn’t leave the cabin. If he came back and I wasn’t there, he’d leave to find me, and we might never find each other again.
I spent the rest of the day either worrying about Finn or deciding on just how mad I was that he’d left without me. I don’t even remember falling asleep.
August 16 th
It’s morning now, and I’m still alone.
There was the briefest moment when I woke up, a wonderfully bliss moment, where I thought everything that’d happened was just some horrible nightmare. It evaporated the second I found Finn’s side of the bed empty.
I nearly ran outside the cabin in panic again when I realized he hadn’t come back. My hand got to the door handle before I stopped. I wanted to check every inch of the Wellspring until I found him, I still do! I don’t care about the maniacs out there, even if they really are zombies . Being ripped apart and eaten terrifies me, but not knowing where Finn is and if he‘s alright is even scarier.
After almost an hour of pacing I decided to continue waiting for him. If he came back and found me gone, he’d freak and probably get himself killed trying to find me. Even if I left a note, it probably wouldn’t turn out well.
Writing seems to be helping with my nerves, but it has done nothing to stave the sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. I don’t know if it’s from the lack of food or the fact that my husband is still out there.
He should be back by now, right?
The lights started to flicker about an hour ago. They went on and off for about ten minutes before going out completely. It meant that there were no crewmembers maintaining the generators.
Finn and I might really be the only two left.
I hadn’t thought of how hot it would get when the power went out. I changed into a light tank top and some jean shorts, but even as I write this beads of sweat are making their way down my back. The sliding glass doors to the balcony are cracked open. The light, salty ocean breeze is helping keep the cabin bearable.
I can hear the distant crash of thunder somewhere over the water. There’s a storm coming, so I don’t know how long I’ll be able to keep writing. The cloud cover might make the cabin too dark to see. I’m not looking forward to being stuck in the dark, surrounded by deranged cannibals.
Twice now there have been scraping sounds from outside the door. I’ve looked through the peephole each time, but didn’t see anything. I’m kind of glad I haven‘t.
The water is still running, so I filled the tub to the brim. We might not have much food left, but the water should keep us going for a while. After the tub I emptied all the carbonated drinks in the mini fridge and filled them with water, too. I figured it’ll be better than flat soda.
Another three hours have gone by, and I can’t sit still. At the moment my intense anxiety outweighs my exhaustion, so there is no possibility of sleep. The storm has unleashed its full fury on the ship, too. The constant pounding of rain and bright flashes of lightning are wreaking havoc on my nerves. Despite the howling winds, the Wellspring hardly moved at all.
I found some candles in Finn’s bag; he knows I love to read by candlelight when I take a bath. This is the first time I’ve ever written by them, though. It makes me feel like I’ve gone back in time, all I need is a quill. What I can’t figure is how we got through customs with them, though. I’d read the lists of items that weren’t permitted, and it seems like they’ve really tightened up on security. It seems like a new terrorist organization is popping up every
I realized that as much as I wanted to look for him, I shouldn’t leave the cabin. If he came back and I wasn’t there, he’d leave to find me, and we might never find each other again.
I spent the rest of the day either worrying about Finn or deciding on just how mad I was that he’d left without me. I don’t even remember falling asleep.
August 16 th
It’s morning now, and I’m still alone.
There was the briefest moment when I woke up, a wonderfully bliss moment, where I thought everything that’d happened was just some horrible nightmare. It evaporated the second I found Finn’s side of the bed empty.
I nearly ran outside the cabin in panic again when I realized he hadn’t come back. My hand got to the door handle before I stopped. I wanted to check every inch of the Wellspring until I found him, I still do! I don’t care about the maniacs out there, even if they really are zombies . Being ripped apart and eaten terrifies me, but not knowing where Finn is and if he‘s alright is even scarier.
After almost an hour of pacing I decided to continue waiting for him. If he came back and found me gone, he’d freak and probably get himself killed trying to find me. Even if I left a note, it probably wouldn’t turn out well.
Writing seems to be helping with my nerves, but it has done nothing to stave the sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. I don’t know if it’s from the lack of food or the fact that my husband is still out there.
He should be back by now, right?
The lights started to flicker about an hour ago. They went on and off for about ten minutes before going out completely. It meant that there were no crewmembers maintaining the generators.
Finn and I might really be the only two left.
I hadn’t thought of how hot it would get when the power went out. I changed into a light tank top and some jean shorts, but even as I write this beads of sweat are making their way down my back. The sliding glass doors to the balcony are cracked open. The light, salty ocean breeze is helping keep the cabin bearable.
I can hear the distant crash of thunder somewhere over the water. There’s a storm coming, so I don’t know how long I’ll be able to keep writing. The cloud cover might make the cabin too dark to see. I’m not looking forward to being stuck in the dark, surrounded by deranged cannibals.
Twice now there have been scraping sounds from outside the door. I’ve looked through the peephole each time, but didn’t see anything. I’m kind of glad I haven‘t.
The water is still running, so I filled the tub to the brim. We might not have much food left, but the water should keep us going for a while. After the tub I emptied all the carbonated drinks in the mini fridge and filled them with water, too. I figured it’ll be better than flat soda.
Another three hours have gone by, and I can’t sit still. At the moment my intense anxiety outweighs my exhaustion, so there is no possibility of sleep. The storm has unleashed its full fury on the ship, too. The constant pounding of rain and bright flashes of lightning are wreaking havoc on my nerves. Despite the howling winds, the Wellspring hardly moved at all.
I found some candles in Finn’s bag; he knows I love to read by candlelight when I take a bath. This is the first time I’ve ever written by them, though. It makes me feel like I’ve gone back in time, all I need is a quill. What I can’t figure is how we got through customs with them, though. I’d read the lists of items that weren’t permitted, and it seems like they’ve really tightened up on security. It seems like a new terrorist organization is popping up every
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