Low Battery
A short story
Its been 46 days. 46 days of pain, suffering, and my sense of hope is dwindling like a dying oil lamp. I’ve been surviving on scraps of trash that wash ashore to this godforsaken place. My water supply is gone, and there’s no way to boil water. I have no resources. Somehow, my iPhone has managed to stay alive all of this time, on airplane mode, screen brightness all the way down. I’m in the middle of fuck so obviously I have no phone service. But trust me, that hasn’t stopped me from trying. It’s my only hope of rescue. Climbing on top of the giant megalithic temple clearly designed by the ancients did not provide any phone service either. However I do get a weird almost electrifying feeling when I’m near the solid gold tower that is covered by etched alien like symbols on top of the temple. It’s probably nothing. No reason to look any further, I’m about to die. I tried calling the police. Nothing. I tried calling my girlfriend. Nothing. Although I think she didn’t answer because her phone probably just died, like it did last time when she got a ride home to her guy bestfriends house after a night at the bar. She’s so smart, I’m so glad she went home with him and didn’t drive drunk. My phone is on 1% now, so I’m about to die. There’s no reason to go on. I can’t live like this and I’m giving up. This is my goodbye letter. If anyone finds this, please tell my cat I love him. HOLY FUCKING SHIT MY PHONE IS RINGING!! THIS IS IT!!! I’M SAVED!!
