I live in an average house, next to random houses, it looks like a city. My location is unknown, even to me, my fading memories are of me going onto a helicopter, unconscious and being forced to come onto this place. The first couple of days I’d shout for people, I’d shout till my lungs couldn’t take it anymore, wishing for someone to reply, but never has anybody heard me. It’s my birthday today, I’m 35 I just hope my family remember that, but then again I wouldn’t blame them for forgetting me.
God must have put me here, for a punishment for something that I’ve done in the past, that’s why I became an atheist a couple of days after I came onto this place, I don’t know how I survive, this place gets isolated day by day, I literally used to kill anything that moves, then eat it just to stay alive. I did some service in the army, Lieutenant. James Arthur. I was the only one in my group to stay alive, with sheer dedication and hard work to my job, I guess I deserved to live, and my “friends” deserved to die. I miss all of the things that you people reading this letter take for advantage, I miss the cake on special occasions, I miss looking forward to events, I miss waking up with a smile on my face, but most importantly I miss talking to people.
But one day I went for one of my usual walks to find some food, I walked so far high up this mountain, that I’d almost collapsed when I went on the top, this is somewhere I had never been before, and then I saw a man. I wiped my eyes continuously wishing that this was not my eyes deceiving me, but he seemed to look like I was a familiar face, I didn’t try to make any contact or communication, but just followed him. He led me to another part of this city that I had never been before, and there right in front of me was a bunch of people no different to me, not many of them, but anything was an improvement. I wiped the tears of happiness away from my eyes, and talked to them. They were foreign so I couldn’t understand much they were saying, they stopped talking as soon as they heard the roaring noise of my stomach gasping for food. So they were generous and took my somewhere to eat and took me for a tour.
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