Exhaustion
Lunar Date
“Skip that part…” Deb muttered under her breath as she opened the chronicle to the next entry. ”It’s too many numbers to rattle off anyway, and there is no chance of it meaning anything to me besides… numbers.”
The male earth-a-ling expired in the night, leaving us with more questions than answers. His female counterpart remains in the deepest of sleeps, but I have been forced to relinquish command of her well-being to someone higher up in the chain of command. I do not know yet who, but there was one scientist who has been expressing a less than moralistic interest in these earth-a-lings. Where I would cure her and attempt sending her back to her planet, he would ‘obtain’ her to study.
Deb buried her face in her hands and began to cry. She was glad she was alone on the roof now, because she simply did not want anyone to hear her crying.
For two days she had been reading what Delta called ‘the tomes’ and for two days, she had slowly come to realize that she was trapped in a house full of… Steven would have jokingly called them ‘nutbars’ but the technical term was insane. They were all insane. The only hope she had left was that somewhere, in these tomes, she would find her boyfriend and they could escape.
Now, that hope was dashed.
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Mirrored from The Simming Life.