...Your ass from a hole in the ground.

I grow tired of this mold infested dungeon..Stuck in this hole for over three weeks and the intensity of the creatures outside grow stronger, Almost consuming me from within. My dog Jehova, on the other hand is content as long as he has his hooch...But sadley it is all gone, And that is why he's brooding in the corner, Irritated and frankley unconversational.
  This one room, Windowless hole-in-the-ground festers with desease...I believe it will show its effects down the road. The only way in is a "Twist Latch", Like a bank vault, Hangs above head. Whomever made this underground hut was long gone, But thier enginuity is much appreciated.
  I had a run in with the leathery beasts outside once before. They thrash at you with blank faces as if their unware of their efforts to destroy you...They move so quick its hard to get a good look at them.
Now, Food deminishing, Booze...All gone, Water...Sparce. There is a system of pipes with moss inside that travels from the outside threw the room and drains into a glass tub...Genius! In a book labled "War and Peace", I found on a shelf, Is a hollowed-out casm...Inside revealed a stash of heroin and instructions on how to overdose. Several needles also filled the box. On rare ocasions I include opiates in our Re-Agent injections...And this gave me a way to pass the time in this safe prison.
 "1/3 Heroin to 2/3 Re-Agent should do us nicely huh?" I ask Jehova. Before he has time to respond I stuck him with a dose and then myself.
  "It feels like 1000 hearts are beating within my chest!" Jehova said..Wide eyed and nervous. I, On the other hand, Was frozen in fear...The noises coming from outside amplified with horror. It felt like my heart would burst any minute...My jaw shivering and cramping. I saw Jehova, My dog with a mans head I once knew...What was his name? I thought...But an answer eluited me, Then an overwelming sense of euphoria was cast over me like a cool breeze. The noises were gone...From my mind anyway. This place seemed cozy now. I sat with my back to the picture coverd wall of various paintings and magazine cut-outs of far away lands and drifted into the clouds.
  When I came to Jehova was staring at me, And frankley it creeped me out. We started to joke about these people we ran into awhile back..A bunch of crazy fucks that worshiped this beast that reproduced threw ingestion...It would eat a "Chosen one"and shortly there after would shit out an egg sack...A born-again living piece of shit. Humans always need something to worship, Some "Almighty" to thank and praise.
  "It kind of looked like that" Jehova said. Comparing it to the painting on the wall. It was a strange abstract creature painted, In what looked to be blood and fecies. "I hate that painting" Jehova said with a spitefull tounge. He then ran over and lunged toward it grasping the top of it with his teeth and pulled it down from the wall. I was indifferent to the piece and could care less if he destroyed it...Besides, We had bigger problems at hand.
  Jehova started to speak..."Herb...Look?!" I could'nt believe it...That blood and shit painting was hidding an exit...A tunnel, That looked like it went on for at least four to five hundred yards. "GOOD DOG!!" I exclaimed..."Gather your things...We are outta here!"

-A.O.