*Amelia*
I feel like giving up, but I keep telling myself it’s stupid. I don’t seem to be badly hurt. I’m sore, yes, and I have some bruises and shallow cuts, but I can move my arms and legs, and nothing feels broken.
I don’t know how long I can go without water. It's hot, dry, and dusty here, and that definitely doesn’t make things any better. I have never longed for a glass of cold water more than right now.
When the third aftershock hits, I don’t even react. It’s a lot less violent than the other ones, but I can still hear debris shifting around me. But I am to tired to even get really scared.
The dust settles, and suddenly I realize it’s not as dark as it was. Up to the right, I can see the stars through a small hole. I can’t get out, but the air feels a bit fresher, and just bein
