Day One: You have all your goodies, and put on a "Walking Dead" T-shirt. You decide that you won't need to take a shower for a few days to conserve upon water and you pop in a DVD.
Day Two: Everything is going great.
Day Three: There is a knock on your door. You don't know who was there, but just incase they have the virus you tape the door shut.
Day Four: You are watching the DVD for a third time. You think it will help the boring factor upon the third view so you light up a joint and get a case of the munchies.
Day Five: In the morning you discover, you ate all your food. It's only a few more days and you can go back out. Your still stuffed from yesterday.
Day Six: Your starting to get hungry again. You tell yourself you can make it. You find that the DVD makes an excellent Frisbee as you try not to think about the walls closing in on you.
Day Seven: Your getting really hungry now, and you nearly clogged the toilet after an hour of sitting upon your royal throne. You look over at "Chucky", your pet hamser. Not enough meat.
Day Eight: Even if you had any bread left, you love Chucky, but keep wondering what he would taste like with ketchup. You drink the ketchup out of frustration.
Day Nine: You are desperate now for food. Hamser food never tasted so good. At least you didn't eat Chucky.
Day Ten: OMG, you swear you will never eat Hamser food again. Your stomach is playing Hell with you, and after the horn in your blue jeans sounds, you strike your lighter to keep from choking to death on your own fumes. Small jets of flame erupt, roasting off one eye brow and a good portion of your hair.
Day Eleven: Your fingers hurt. You never knew that Chucky would bite. Guess he is mad at you for eating all his food, or maybe he is carnivorous, and is looking at you with those cute little beady eyes of his wondering how much mustard it would take to cover you.
Day Twelve: This morning Chuck has escaped from his cage. You know he is plotting to nibble your toes off. He already chewed through the phone cable and internet connection cutting you off from help. You don't dare sleep.
Day Thirteen: You know that little bugger is just waiting for you to take a snooze. Your starving, and it's him or you, but you have no idea where he went. Your eyes are now bloodshot, and look like your out of some horror movie. You go to get some water, but nothing comes out of the tap because you forgot to pay your bill. You take some outdated cold medicine hoping you will fill better and you break out into blisters because of an allergic reaction. You itch everywhere, and you try not to scratch yourself so you tear at your clothes trying not to scream in agony. For a moment you almost fell asleep and then you wake up after hearing something. There Chucky over on the coffee table, peeing on your list of phone numbers. He runs, you never knew he was so fast. You know he is trying to torment you now, before he comes out of no where to chew your ears off. You bandage your ears to protect them just in case.
Day Fourteen: You rip off the duct tape from around the door, and head out into the hall with shreds of tape clinging to you. The apartment manager is walking down the hall bearing a cheeseburger. your eyes bulge and you stumble towards him, unable to complete a simple word. You drool all over the place and he runs screaming, still clutching the cheeseburger. You stumble into McDonalds, good thing too as a horde of National Guard Troops begin to scramble towards the door behind you.
Edited by Kalimaster, 02 March 2020 - 02:49 PM.