Today's continuation of my As-Of-Yet-Still-Unnamed-Story is brought to you by the blogger @mariannewest and the prompt "knee" ah-ah-ah.
Previous chapters:
Chapter 1: @wwwiebe/a-fictional-freewrite-cold-person
Chapter 2: @wwwiebe/a-fictional-freewrite-community-garden
Day 33: So we know for sure that this used to be a military installation in the 21st century, and we’ve found a large amount of artifacts to back this up; badges, bullets, even a gun. Makes me wonder what caused the end of our ice-man. He’s still frozen, and none of us are doctors, so we certainly haven’t done an autopsy. I wonder what is going to become of him, anyway? Maybe someone will try to clone him.
Day 35: Well crap. I suffered an injury today and twisted my knee. Ironically my last journal entry indicated we have no doctor, so I’m lying here in pain and misery with no hope of medicinal assistance. Lisa says I’m over reacting and to take some pain killers and put my knee on ice - we certainly have a lot of it here!
Day 36: I’m laid up in bed and not much help today because I can’t walk. The camp leader seems to blame me for my own misery. Yes, I was chasing Lisa around on an ice patch, but she stole my favourite hat and wasn’t giving it back!
Day 38: I tried walking today. Fell again. Stupid ice. How did people ever live like this?
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