I woke up today feeling so tired! I can barely move now. I've been feeling more ill each day for the last week. Fucking knew I shouldn't have eaten them old cans of food! But fuck it, man, what else could I do?
Supplies are getting really low. My clothes are getting more ragged. I'm not sure I can survive much longer...
I feel so fucking weak! Where's the gods when ya need them, eh? My mother always prayed to them, up until she died here. Some good that did her, ah? I watched her die with papa. And then came his time, and I had to do it all again. I'm fucking done. I can't take any more of this shit!
I've been sending out this same fucking distress call now for weeks. No-one comes. I can't do this any more. It's not fucking fair, dammit! I've survived here for so long. I promised papa I'd try and help get us all of this doomed planet. I fucking failed! He died in my arms. He said it wasn't my fault, but does that make it easier? Do I feel any less guilty? Fuck, do I! I had to promise I'd survive, when he couldn't... and now I'm pretty sure I'm not even gonna be able to fucking keep that promise! Fuck my life! Well, that looks like it's gonna come true, like! My life's pretty fucked now.
I'll put out one more distress call on top of the looped one. I dunno why coz I'm pretty fuckin' sure no-ones gonna come. but I might as well keep the old habit goin' even if it's just to remind myself that I'm not dead yet.
I go to the transmitter desk. This fucking transmission tower has been home to me now for a year. I watched everyone else either die or leave when they thought there was no hope here. I dunno which of us was right or wrong. Not heard anything from them who left for a while now. Some broadcast messages when they found something out there in the devastated landscape. My uncle never came back but he found somewhere. He's been quiet for the last two days...
I switch on the transmitter. The thing is still playing my looped message. I sound desperate enough to make someone listen, surely! It repeats over and over:-

'Is anyone out there? Anyone? Please? Anyone?!! I'm alone here, now. My home is lost, my family all lost and everyone here is either dead or disappeared. I'm losing hope and I need help. Please come if you hear this message! Please... I'm desperate to escape here. There are other people on this world but too far from me to reach and they're all in need of the same help as me. If anyone can come, we need help. We need medical supplies and rescue. Please help! Anyone! Please!'

I put my mouth next to the recorder and try to speak. I can barely talk, I'm so fucking weak. I feel like death and my body aches. I can't speak.
There should still be some water in the container. I turn on the tap and pour some into a cup. I'm so dry, I feel like the desert which this world has pretty much become out there.
I'll try again and see if I can send out another message...
I manage to stagger over to the desk again.

'Please, anybody! This is not a hoax. It's not a trap. I am real. I'm a lone girl here on this planet. My name is Bríídj Rua Dermin. I am alone. Please help! I'm almost out of supplies and I'm not gonna last long. Please...'
I break off. I'm almost out of breath from just talking that little bit. I wonder if I'm attracting raiders or rapists by telling everyone I'm a desperate girl here on my own. Fuck! Too late now. Hopefully, someone with a good heart will hear it and come save me... I can hope.

I'm gonna puke. Crawl to the waste shoot. Spew out my guts. Stop. More retching.
More fucking spewing.
More retching
More retching.
Fuck's sake! This not gonna stop?!
Need water. Crawl to the tap and get another drink. So fuckin' tired! I just get to the tap and don't even bother getting a cup. I just lie there and take in the water. Fuck, I needed that! It hurts my throat, though, after all the puking! But I can't complain...
Crawl over to the old mattress which I've used as a bed. Gonna lie down. So tired!
I'm drifting off. I see mama... she's smiling at me. Then there's papa...
I wake up again. Fuck, I'm losin' my grip!
I can't move. So tired! Gonna lie here for a bit. Maybe then I'll do somethin'...
Gonna sleep for a bit. Keep drifting in and out of sleep, anyway.
So fuckin' tired! Need.... sleep....