5/6/52 - I remembered my grandparents today. Whenever they tried to explain to me what life was like before the war, I listened. Life on the surface seemed perfect. Too perfect. I eventually discarded their stories as mere fiction.
My parents, like me, had been born and raised under the surface. All we did was work. Thats all there is to do. Ever since the Atomic War, that was all there is to do. The surface was ruined by the explosion. There is only so much we can do about the radiation, with our lack of technology.
5/6/52 - Today our leaders made an announcement. Another person was exiled to the surface. Thats the tenth this year. Too many criminals these days.
5/7/52 - I'm getting really tired of these outfits. Everyone's match. Its like they want to get rid of individuality.
5/8/52 - Our leaders took away some of our staff today. I wonder why. They tend to do it often.
5/9/52 - While I was working today, I found a tunnel I never noticed before. I sneaked away from the others and explored. The path got thinner and smaller, so I couldn't follow it all the way. I'll return tomorrow.
5/10/52 - This is terrible. I found the people our leaders took away. After I followed the tunnel, I saw it. They were being eaten alive. Some were rotting corpses, the others were being split apart while screaming for someone to save them. I stood and watched them get dissected into a five course dinner. My legs were frozen. When I finally managed to move, I ran.
5/11/52 - They've found me. I don't know how, but they did. The consumers came into my room. They ransacked the place. They grabbed me and dragged me away. I'll be eaten alive no doubt.
5/12/52. Day 1 - I woke up surround by trees. Trees. I'd never seen a tree before. I only knew they were trees by my grandparents' descriptions. This must be the surface. Does this mean I'm a criminal? Or just at the wrong place at the wrong time? I'm not entirely sure. But I do know those flesh eaters down there with my friends, my family, my fellow humans. They will pay. I'll get through this.
My name is Steve.
I will survive.
Author's Notes Edit
Hello! Dustyfootwarrior here. I'd like to mention that this is my first official creepypasta I've written. If you liked it, feel free to leave a comment. I'd love to hear some feedback and advice on the next one.
Also I'd like to mention that "Gryning" is Swedish for "dawn".
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