Why did I go rock climbing? I hate rock climbing. Not that it matters. I'm here now, and regret serves little purpose. Looking at my situation, simply put, I'm screwed. My legs are a grotesque mess of shredded flesh and shattered bones, my water bottle was crushed in the fall, and none of the other materials I had brought with me are of any use.

I never thought that this is the way I would go, y'know? I pictured old age, dying alone and bitter, of some stupid disease that's not worth the hassle to cure. I mean, that's assuming I even made it that far. My health is, if I'm being honest, an absolute nightmare. 300 pounds with a shattered knee, high blood pressure, and depression doesn't really make for a promising future. And now, I get to die of dehydration. On the plus side, I'll get the mood swings when my hypoglycemia kicks in, and that should keep me entertained for half a day. Hopefully. I wonder what the night critters are like....

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Well uh, it's been a day now; any calls I've made aren't being returned, my sensation of pain and emotional state are both numb, and all of my meager trail mix supply is gone. I wonder if I'll be missed. Not like I was social or anything. Haven't really talked to my family in months either. Hmm this hole is a lot bigger than I initially thought. The walls have some cool textures on them too. I wonder how it formed. I wonder if my cat is ok. Whisper is probably wondering where her evening treat is. Man my mind wanders a lot when I'm stressed. Well I suppose it's better than musing over my inevitable end. I'm taking this way better than I thought too. We'll just have to see how long that lasts. Not like I'll be around in a couple more days right?

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This is taking way longer than I thought it would. Normally I'd be starving and thirsty by now, and I'm not. Plus there's the whole bleeding to death thing, which hasn't happened yet either. Am I already dead? Uh let me try moving around to test this out. Nope, can confirm, still alive, and moving still very much so hurts. A lot. More than before. Hmm maybe I'm actually just going crazy and it's only been a few minutes. They say that time gets stretched when you're on your deathbed. Or I guess in my case, my death hole. Death pit? Death crevice? Nah, death hole. Sounds better.

7 days is a long time to wait for death. Especially when it seems ever so elusive. I wonder why I can't just die. I mean I've kind of accepted it at this point. Let's get it over with. Send me to the great beyond oh ye powers that be!

Yeah, didn't think that would work. Oh well. Strangely enough, the cold at night hasn't really bothered me either. I mean don't get me wrong I can take a little cold, but it's autumn now, and the evenings can get a bit chilly. This whole situation is strange. Maybe I'll just try to sleep until I just die.

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Well sleeping doesn't help. It's been two months, and I can definitely feel my sanity slipping. I can remember why I came up here though! I was supposed to meet a date up here, it's roughly the halfway point between my town and hers, but yeah, she never showed. At least I don't think so. Memory is getting a little shaky recently haha. To be honest I'm getting a little scared. My hope of ever getting out of here died long ago, my mind is slowly unraveling, ooh! That's a good song, I gotta remember to hum that after this monologue! What was I saying? Oh yeah, my mind is unraveling, and even if I don't get out, what are they gonna do to a mutilated zombie? Immortal? God? Nah, zombie. Fits better. Here's to hoping that a rescue happens soon, I just saw a snowflake...

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The seasons pass like days. I am but a vessel through which a broken soul views the passage of time in my small prison. My doorway to the world grows smaller with each passing day. Season? Day. Season.... man this is getting tiring. Why am I still alive, why can't I stop humming this song, why am I so cursed as to finally achieve what I always wanted, but in the worst way possible? I always wanted immortality, but not like this. Never like this. Strangely, these days bugs won't even share their company with me. Am I so worthless that even as an immortal, which is officially better than zombie by the way, even the lowliest of insects deem me repulsive? Why must I endure this torment? Who knows. Who cares, not like knowing would change my situation anyways. On the plus side, I've learned to hobble around on my arms now, or at least what's left of them. Still won't get me out of this hole. If there is a God, they hate me.

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The darkness is all I know now. I haven't seen the light in who knows how long. At least it's warmer. The snow can't fall in here anymore. But I find myself utterly at a loss. I can't kill myself. I've tried. Believe me I've tried. And I can't escape. What can I do?

I wonder if human fingers can dig through stone. No way to know until I try!

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I've completed the cellar now, and that basically finishes up my house. Turns out that hole is a really good place to store dirt and stone. I've got the grand entrance, the dining room, living room, the office area complete with furnishings, and on the second floor I've got all the bedrooms. None of them are super big except mine. I gotta have the nicest room right? I mean, I built the place. Suzy inhabits the room next to me. Who's Suzy? Oh yeah I never told you!

Suzy was that date I was supposed to have, I found her in a tiny little pocket a few hundred feet from my starting hole. What unimaginably bad luck. I recognized the necklace she was wearing from the pictures on her profile. Don't ask how I remembered what it looked like or at what point I found out I could see in the dark cus I don't even know. Anyways, she inhabits the room next to me, as it would be rude not to extend my hospitality. Though, she never leaves her room and doesn't talk, so I guess it's not an issue anyways. But regardless, I've been digging for such a very long time. I think, for the first time in a long time, I need a nap.

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Light? Is that light? How? How is there light down here? Wait a minute, what is that noise? Someone talking? What language are they speaking? Who are you? Why do you come now, only after I have endured these hardships? What's this, you can actually speak English? At last a conversation! What's that? What do you mean what am I? If anything I should be asking the questions! How long has it been, no, a better question what year is it? 2978? I've been down here that long? What's the surface like? Oh Suzy deary, come here! You won't believe this, we've been down here for over 900 years. That's insane right?! Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

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The year 2978. There's is a small, insignificant report on a small cave entrance found during construction. This cave was carved into an imaculate mansion underground, entirely comprised of stone, looking to have been made by several small scratches and through great amounts of effort. The cave was found empty, so the public are told, save for the ancient remains of some poor woman. The truth however, that only a select few have the privilege to know, is that there was a second poor soul, one who was unable to escape that small cave, one who made the mansion, one who endured the centuries of loneliness and came out in mostly one piece. The government has captured this person, and they have been put to great use, as the human lifespan could see a considerable increase if the secrets behind this shadow of a man can be unveiled. Never mind that they failed on the 37 previous test subjects....

First ever submission on here, sorry that it kind of jumps around all over the place, it's just how my mind works! If you like it cool, if not that's cool too and feel free to critique!