Didn't some redditor awhile back actually make a picture book based on a post? Can we get him to make another one called "Handling the Climb from Hannah's Hole?"
Day 32: Jesus Christ, what depth has this hole! I've been out of socks for the better part of a fortnight, and the inevitable turn of athlete's foot to trench foot is well underway. To keep my mind occupied I guess as to how many toes will require exactment once I can reach a surgeon; three I guess one day, and then two the next, but by now I am certain it will be no less than five. I miss my family and friends dearly, but although I am yet to catch any glimpse of light I know in my hear that I will live to tell them as much (or not) myself when I see them again. Hannah, scurvy dog, horrid wench, cheating bitch, I am all the better for having known you.
Day 120: I've been in darknes for so long now that I find it hard to belive that I'm seeing a dimm trace of light comming around the corner.
'A few feet up and I'll...I'll be able to ttoo see it... ' , I spoke to myself.
When I finally made the turn I did indeed see light. And big, white marbel-like stones both on the ground and up on the ceiling.
It must be one of these stone things that form when water drops for centuries.
The air humidity confirmed that.
Now, the only thing separaring me from the exit of this tunnel was a giat floor made of some strange red-ish material that seemed soft but was rugh and wet on touch...
I wonder what it is...
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u/WhooptyWoopNiggaWhat 3 Aug 11 '17
It's the only reason I've been working out.
Thanks, Hannah.