Day 10:<\/p>\n
Hey look! Double digits! I’ve survived on this hellish rock for 10 days!<\/p>\n
Crap, that means that The Company has left me stranded here for 10 days.<\/p>\n
Well, now I’m depressed.<\/p>\n
Didn’t do a lot today, mostly dug holes. That’s what we miners do: we dig holes.<\/p>\n
The only good news of the day (and it was super exciting news until I wrote the date above!) was that, while digging out some space under my main residence, \u00a0I hit a vein of iron ore.<\/p>\n
ACTUAL IRON.<\/p>\n
I’ve reinforced my fire into a forge, not an easy trick with stone I might add. I’d kill for some metal buckets. I made a wooden one but it leaks like a sieve, because I am a miner, not a woodworker. But since I lack good buckets, I’ve at least built a smelter good enough to turn this cubic meter of ore into a solid ingot. (Some of those classes I took on “what to do with the ore after you dig it up” paid off after all. I’m as surprised as you are.)<\/p>\n
It’ll take me a bit of time, but in theory I should be able to turn this into some armor, which might slow the zombies down a bit. I had intended to make some leather armor out of cows, but honestly, my experience trying to tan the sheep hides was so bad I’m not looking forward to skinning any cows.<\/p>\n
My bed has maggots. MAGGOTS.<\/p>\n
Still softer than sleeping on rock though.<\/p>\n
I vaguely remember reading something in one of those pioneer porn-style books I inhaled as a kid that you can use animal brains to tan hide.<\/p>\n
I’d give anything for my network connection into the collective. Or even a good encyclopedia.<\/p>\n
Ugh, now I’m sad again.<\/p>\n
Let’s see, I’ve been here 10 days. I’ve been cut off from civilization for 10 days, forced to forage for my own food and build my own tools. I’ve dug an impressive amount of ore for someone working with stone, but at the same time, I’d’ve cleared this entire prairie in about four hours with a suitable mining laser and a transporter.<\/p>\n
The Company has failed to contact me. I try to think positively; perhaps they’re held up in political negotiations with the ruling power. Perhaps they’re refueling or in danger themselves. It may just be a matter of time until they land and pick me up.<\/p>\n
But at night when the fire’s banked low and the pony-sized spiders are hissing on the porch, I can’t help but think that something horrible happened, leaving them all dead. Or that they’ve left me behind for some infraction I don’t even remember making. Or they just don’t care enough to notice I’m gone.<\/p>\n
Whatever. I have iron to smelt. If I can’t do anything else, at least I can prove I’m just as good as Laura Ingalls Wilder at protecting myself.<\/p>\n Day 10: Hey look! Double digits! I’ve survived on this hellish rock for 10 days! Crap, that means that The Company has left me stranded here for 10 days. Well, now I’m depressed. Didn’t do a lot today, mostly dug holes. That’s what we miners do: we dig holes. The only good news of the … <\/p>\n![\"a](\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/kirabug.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/08\/One-Among-The-Dead-11.png?ssl=1\")
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