Unused Diary Entries: Earth’s Survivors-3

Conner ~ March 8th

I debated with myself about how to start this. Isn’t that stupid? Not whether I should start it. I guess that means that I have some hope that I am not the only one.

Actually, I know that I’m not the only one. I’ve heard gunshots more than once. I’ve heard a dog barking as well. And I’ve seen a few dogs, cats, squirrels. I’ve also heard what sounded like a car or a truck, but I couldn’t figure out where it was coming from. Everything is so quiet; it could be anywhere.

The sound of the river drowns things out. Even so, I haven’t seen any other people. None. And I’m getting ahead of myself again.

I have no idea what has happened, even here in this town. It doesn’t really matter either, except to tell you, whoever you may end up being, what happened from my point of view, I guess. Maybe it’s the same for you. Maybe writing this out is a waste of time. But it keeps my mind off shit, you know?

So I wondered where to start? Today? Last week? Just start, I guess…

I have heat, food, fire. And I’ve finally gotten myself moved into this old factory so my mind is more at ease. But again, I’m getting ahead of myself. It started for me last week on the 1st of March. Only seven days, but everything here has changed.

I was having a few beers that night, watching the coverage of the world countdown party; hey, it was supposed to be a joke, right? And supposedly, we had a few months to go before we hit zero zero. It was supposed to be one long countdown party. It was late and I was about to call it a day myself. One minute everything was fine, and the next the power was out.

Then the first quake hit…

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