You made it to Friday again

Well, right now our calendar is a bunch of scratches on the livingroom wall that I made with a dried tibia bone I found in the corner and sharpened by rubbing on the rough floor. It’s over there, right next to the manacles hanging from the damp stone and the piss hole by the bars. But if my calculations of are correct, we have reached another Friday, and have therefore survived another week of apocalypse. Only about 52 more to go, I would hazard to guess.

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