I woke up inside an abandoned McDonald's, covered in blood. A note next to me read "3,000,000".

I woke up on the ground, covered in blood. Wiping down my face with my sleeves, I looked at my new lolite costume and sighed. It was a group cosplay and I was going to be the lead singer for our robot band. The members of our group met at the McDonald's for a quick dinner before the convention. I don't know how I passed out, but I don't even remember eating my food.<br><br>With a groan, I got up and dusted myself off, hitting the dirt out of my hair. I looked for my friends, but I couldn't find them.<br><br>"Hello?" I called out, but no one replied.<br><br>I was alone.<br><br>Taking out my phone, I looked to see if we had a group text, but it was dead and I didn't have my portable charger with me. I had to find someone and ask to call the lolis and see if we could meet beforehand.<br><br>I walked to the front of the restaurant and pushed open the door. I was met with a wall of concrete.<br><br>"What the fuck?" I muttered, tugging on the door handle. It wouldn't budge.<br><br>I looked around for another exit. The doors for the back, the kitchen and the restrooms were all walled up.<br><br>"What the fuck?" I repeated.<br><br>I stomped my foot, but my anger was interrupted by a voice from the speakers.<br><br>"Welcome to McDonald's."<br><br>I groaned.<br><br>"We know that you're pissed at being locked in here. But don't worry, you're going to survive. You just have to do what you need to do in order to keep yourself alive. Right now, you need to eat."<br><br>I looked around. The counters and the machines were all blown out, but there were capsules on the ground. I walked over to them and picked them up. Pills. I looked for a water fountain, but of course, it was not functioning.<br><br>"Eat. You need to eat." The voice repeated, growing louder.<br><br>I took a pill, but I didn't need to eat yet. I had to find a way out of here. I looked at the walls, but they were solid concrete. I walked around to all the doors, but they were all walled up.<br><br>"Why are you doing this to me?" I screamed at the speakers.<br><br>"Three million pills. Eat them all, and you'll get out." The voice repeated.<br><br>3 million pills. That was at least 6 years. The voice wanted to keep me trapped for 6 years in the McDonald's. I screamed and cried, hitting my fist into the lolita dress until it was bloody.<br><br>But in the end, I calmed down. I needed to go through with this. I would be able to survive if I could just keep a routine. So I started counting the pills and separating them into piles so I could keep track of them.<br><br>I'm writing this because I have nothing else to do with my time. I'm going to keep writing everyday as long as I have batteries left. I just want to keep track of my time here.<br><br>I still have 2,999,999 pills left.