Loser Journal Day 7: Things are getting desperate in here after yesterday. It was hard day for everyone involved. Found the cat, or what was left of it too late. Just bits of fur and nail stuck to a few charlston chew wrappers. Don't know who got it, but we have our suspicions. Jen wandered around complaining that her tummy hurt, I don't think it's from lack of food like the rest of us.
Everything here seemed to slow to a crawl, spent hours looking out the locked windows at the grass that's so long you wonder when it was mowed last. We waited anxiously for the mistress who said she would be back, hopefully to free more of us from this freakish place we're being held. Twice someone claiming to be her came in, but we were not fooled, these imposters didn't have her charisma, and they certainly didn't have her looks. They gave up quickly when they realized their ruse had failed. We don't know if they were sent by her, but we doubt it. We feel abandoned, the ones she calles her minions.
The power went out for hours in the room yesterday. I don't think everyone survived, it's getting hard to tell who's still alive and I don't want to touch them for fear of waking them. Small round objects were whipped into the room through a few of the windows. I think it was those who have escaped taunting us, the object felt like cookies when we located them, I put a few into my pocket for later in case I need them.
Jen keeps looking a "cocoa bean", but the drinks have been gone for a long time now. We're down to using the brackish water that flows from the taps. I'm not sure if it's safe, but we have no choice.
How much longer will we be kept here? Will the mistress ever return to help us...I don't think most of us are going to survive to find out.