Unused Diary Entries: Earth’s Survivors-1

Candace ~ March 2nd

This is not a diary. I have never kept a diary. They say never say never, but I doubt I will. I have never been this scared. The whole world is messed up. Is it ending? I don’t know, but it seems like it’s ending here.

It started, early this morning while I was still at work. Earthquakes, explosions. Even when the sun came up this morning I’ve seen no police, fire or emergency people all day. It’s nearly night. I think that’s a bad sign. I have a Nine Millimeter that used to be my Father’s. I’ve got extra ammo too. I’m staying inside.

Candace ~ March 3rd

I lost this yesterday; my little notebook. I left it by the window so I could see to write, but I swear it wasn’t there when I went to get it; then I found it again later on by the window right where I left it. Maybe I’m losing my mind.

There are no police, no firemen, phones, electric. The real world is falling apart. Two days and nothing that I thought I knew is still here. Do you see? The whole world has changed.

I got my guitar out and played it today. I played for almost three hours. I played my stuff. I played some blues. Usually blues will bring me out of blues, but it didn’t work. It sounded so loud, so out of place, so… I don’t know. I just stopped and put it away. My wrists are messed up, but I think I kept them from getting infected.

Candace ~ March 4th

I’m going out. I have to see. If I don’t come back. Well… What good is writing this?

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