4pm- After my meeting, I walk back from the library and go sit on the field with my friends and <\/span>read \u2018Geek Love\u2019 by Kathrine Dunn for class.<\/span><\/p>\n 5pm- I go back to my apartment to get ready for class, change my clothes and put on makeup.<\/span><\/p>\n 6pm- Faye and I walk to class together.<\/span><\/p>\n 7:55pm- Sam leaves class to go to the COM building. There\u2019s a deep anxiety in my gut as she <\/span>leaves and as storm clouds roll in across the sky.<\/span><\/p>\n 8pm- Oh god what is going on- the sky is bleeding and there\u2019s glass in my arm and I am bleeding <\/span>and the world is bleeding.<\/span><\/p>\n 8:15pm- We left the class and ran to the field. There\u2019s already a ton of people there, some just <\/span>staring at the sky with a discomforting revelry. People who had been at the trade blanket a few <\/span>hours before started helping people who are injured. I get a piece of cloth tied around my arm.<\/span><\/p>\n 8:30pm- God- or something close to it is roaring from the forests. I leave to get my roommate’s <\/span>cat from the apartment with Colin, Jordan and Faye.<\/span><\/p>\n 8:45pm- I fill a garbage bag with a blanket, bandaids, water, any dry food I can find, then return <\/span>to the field.<\/span><\/p>\n 9pm- I try to find my roommates and give the cat back to [redacted]<\/span><\/p>\n 10pm- With whatever friends I can find, I wait on the field until any earthquakes have stopped.<\/span><\/p>\n 12pm- Regardless of RAD\u2019s advice, I go back into my apartment with as many of my friends as I <\/span>can fit and we try to figure out what is happening.<\/span><\/p>\n 2am- When we hear talk of going into the fog, I leave to go to bed. I don\u2019t fuck with fog and I <\/span>certainly don\u2019t want to see what happens to the people who are going to walk into it.<\/span><\/p>\n April 19th, 2025<\/span><\/p>\n I don\u2019t usually bother with diaries. Or writing about my own life at all, really. The closest I\u2019ve <\/span>ever gotten is voice memos and random thoughts frantically typed out in my notes app. But <\/span>that\u2019s not an option anymore. Ever since… the thing, my phone\u2019s been barely functional. And, <\/span>even if it was, we\u2019ve been warned to use the power we do have sparingly. None of us have <\/span>service or any means of contact to the outside world, so there isn\u2019t much point in trying to keep <\/span>my phone operational. So, instead, I\u2019ve been writing everything down on physical paper. It\u2019s <\/span>actually kind of nice, but it\u2019s also been giving my hand cramps all day, which has been nothing if <\/span>not annoying.<\/span><\/p>\n Things on campus continue to keep moving forward- RAD has been trying for the past few days <\/span>to get some kind of organization going, and some people are listening, but they can only do so <\/span>much when the administration they\u2019re supposed to report to is gone. Billy and a bunch of other <\/span>CCTV members have started going around and collecting any extra food people have and <\/span>making a stock pile in the HCC. I don\u2019t know how many people are on campus at the moment, <\/span>but from Billy\u2019s estimates, there\u2019s probably a few hundred who have been coming in and out of <\/span>the HCC- mostly residents and members of CCTV. I\u2019ve been stuck to my friends like glue, <\/span>though that seems to be a pretty common sentiment within the community. I never thought I <\/span>wouldn\u2019t feel safe sleeping alone, but the idea of that has become terrifying within the past 72 <\/span>hours.<\/span><\/p>\n Everyone\u2019s been doing whatever they can to help, even with all of us holed up on campus. Our <\/span>main work has been moving any food that wasn\u2019t pillaged from the POD over the Greenery. <\/span>Some of it spoiled in the first few days when the POD lost power, but the stuff that can still be <\/span>salvaged should be able to last us a little while. It\u2019s hard to say, really, with how many mouths <\/span>we have to feed. What we have could last us anywhere from a month to just a few days.<\/span><\/p>\n I feel uneasy about having the only food source be in the Greenery, if I\u2019m being honest. It\u2019s not <\/span>that I don\u2019t trust people not to take more than they need… but I don\u2019t trust people not to take <\/span>more than they need. The group that settled in the upper campus has much better access than we do and I worry that no one will be there to make sure that whatever we have to ration gets shared equally.<\/span><\/p>\n I\u2019ve been half tempted to bring it up to Billy, to ask him to be the voice for the residents, but he\u2019s <\/span>got so much on his plate already. CCTV\u2019s doing their best to help, but there’s so many people <\/span>and such little supplies. Any practice they may have had organizing school events isn\u2019t nearly <\/span>helpful in the face of some fucked up apocolypse, but they keep trying. Everyone else seemed to have the same idea about Billy being their leader, too, since it seems like they go to him with <\/span>every issue. I mean, he seems happy to help out, but I worry it\u2019ll put too much of a strain on him <\/span>if we have to do this long term.<\/span><\/p>\n I\u2019ll try to keep writing here as much as I can, in case these ramblings somehow become helpful, <\/span>or even just as a place to put down my thoughts. God knows I need it right now.<\/span><\/p>\n April 28th (?), 2025<\/span><\/p>\n My birthday was a few days ago. I spent my 20th sorting dry goods in the HCC while my friends scavenged for any containers that we could repurpose to store water. I would complain that it was a lousy birthday, but I would be ignoring the current shithole that is everything else, so I won\u2019t bother.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n CCTV\u2019s been busy trying to help everyone survive, and it\u2019s definitely making an impact. Most people on lower campus have somewhere to sleep at night, and those who don\u2019t at least have a couch to crash on. I can\u2019t fault them for doing their best, but it\u2019s also hard to ignore the fact that we\u2019re running out of food. If we continue on like this, I don’t know how much longer we can keep everyone fed. I\u2019ve been making the walk between upper and lower campus to check in with the group that\u2019s holed up in the library basement. Arcades has been making some attempts at organizing, which seems to be going relatively well, and I\u2019ve been helping drag couch cushions and other things to use as bedding down there for people to sleep on.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n It\u2019s weird, I never really bothered to try and connect with the people in Arcades before, but Birch has been doing a shockingly good job of organizing. It\u2019s impressive, if not a little intimidating. They\u2019ve been making more progress on food sourcing than most other people, and they\u2019ve even been tentatively sending people to explore the forest, though they never make it very far before returning. I\u2019ve been thinking of moving some of my stuff over there so I can be more helpful, but I don\u2019t want to take up too much room. While I appreciate all the work CCTV is doing, at the moment it seems like Arcades is better at getting prepared for the long run, which feels much more pressing at the moment. I don\u2019t know how the groups who have been trying to get through the fog have been doing, but I\u2019m too scared to ask.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n I\u2019ve already heard the rumors, seen what remains of the people who wander back out. They\u2019re not themselves anymore; Most are just quiet, but the worst are the ones who talk. They\u2019ve seen things- <\/span>people<\/span><\/i> out there, in the mist, or at least what remains of them. Vague figures out of the corner of their eyes, voices calling for them that aren\u2019t really there- for someone who loves horror so much, this all freaks me out way more than it should.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n I miss my mom. I mean, I miss my other family too, but I miss her a lot. I was supposed to spend my birthday with her. We were going to go out to dinner and she promised not to talk about school at all and it was supposed to be a nice night. But I didn\u2019t get to do that. It feels selfish to mourn over such a simple loss, but simple losses seem to be just about the only thing I <\/span>can<\/span><\/i> mourn at the moment. Everything in my life has shifted so rapidly, it\u2019s hard to miss anything except for the little things that I took for granted. Ugh..\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Here\u2019s to hoping that someone- <\/span>anyone<\/span><\/i> finds us soon.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n I don\u2019t know how much longer I can take.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n May 10th (I think), 2025:<\/span><\/p>\n I am right about everything all the time. For YEARS, I have been saying that all deers are evil, and now, would you look at that, one of the animals that has become most dangerous; The Deer. Now listen, I don\u2019t <\/span>hate<\/span><\/i> deer, in fact, they\u2019re one of my favorite animals, but they are absolutely creatures with evil in their hearts and no one should ever trust them. Bambi was just an attempt by the deer loving deep state (Disney) to convince the masses that deer are something other than the deeply evil creatures that they are.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n I think I\u2019m going insane. I have too much time to think.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n In other news, I\u2019ve been spending a lot of time with the bears. Any time that I\u2019m not helping out with Arcades, I\u2019ve been sitting out towards what used to be the soccer fields and just sitting with them. They\u2019re oddly peaceful for such large creatures. Ever since the deer ran them out of the forest, they\u2019ve become eerily docile. Not enough where you could give them a nice scratch behind the ears, but enough where you could have a nice one way conversation with them and not have them skitter back into the woods. Talking to them is much nicer than talking to most people.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n It\u2019s not like I don\u2019t <\/span>like<\/span><\/i> helping out with Arcades, but the more I do, the more people have begun to rely on me. It seems like half the time someone seeks me out, it\u2019s because they need help with something, and while it is rewarding that people trust me and want my advice and assistance, I\u2019m fucking <\/span>exhausted<\/span><\/i>. I\u2019ve done basically all the work for our next expedition and every time I try to ask Birch to put someone else in charge of the project, they basically blow me off and say \u2018<\/span>Oh, but you\u2019re so good and organizing this kind of thing<\/span><\/i>\u2019 and I want to punch them.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n And, to top it off, there are random objects appearing in the woods now. As if we didn\u2019t have enough insane shit on our plate. It\u2019s not like any of this has made any sense, but things seem to keep devolving the longer we stay here.\u00a0<\/span>There is hope. I know that, because I\u2019ve seen it in everyone here, but the longer we stay, the more it wanes.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n I wonder more and more everyday, if there is a god, did they abdon us? Or is this just a test? Or is there no god at all? Maybe this is all just the byproduct of a cold, unfeeling universe.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n I understand \u2018Lost\u2019 a lot more now. No wonder people go crazy like this. I wish I had watched more of that show before this. 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