Chapter 3:
In the lens
It´s cold, colder than what it should be. The water up there was warm from the sun. but here? It's ice water, cold and deep i have no idea how far it goes down and I dont think I want to know the answer to that.
There is a light now, so bright and inviting, it´s drawing me in like a moth to a flame.... it could be a trap but i don´t care, if i die let it be quick.
Not dead not at all, its just a line of lockers, old busted lockers with nothing in them. Occasionally I find little things, like faded photos, an old watch and glasses. Nothing good to me, and there is just rows upon rows of these lockers
.....the water is rising
At first it was slow, but now its rising at an increased rate, faster and faster.
i found something, it´s an oxygen tank and a mask, i have no idea how to work one..... Help me please
This is it, the end of me, tell my story to the world and how i died. This cold water is around my neck now, and i can´t find any pockets, screw my life and all this...................................
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