This is written from the Tale Weaver prompt given here – link.
Remembring what the outside looks like beyond the sight of the windows was a feat that I was no longer capable of. The outside had become the equivalent of a fantastical land with all sorts of dangers in my time.
Today I went outside. Damn me, I went outside. To gather supplies. And just as I thought and refused to accept, there were too many people here. Too many. But it was too late. Before I escape this place, I had to finish what I came for.
There was no more bread at the house.