I’ve been in IKEA for several weeks now. My friends are gone, I’m the last one left. Most died due to natural selection, some went for food but never returned. One rescue party managed to find us, but they were lost too. They’re no longer here either. I’ve started working here, I found a spare uniform and name tag. I’ve accepted the fact that there is no escape. Even though I’m captive here, I live in comfort. But I know that I’ll never escape. This is where I’ll die.