April 16th, The Day It Happened
8:15 Even as glass shatters and cuts into my cheeks I can’t help but watch the thing in the sky. The thing that snaps me out of my staring is when I hear the commotion outside. Then the class is empty. 9:15 I makes steps out to where everyone else is, in a daze I am rushed to where my face is cleaned up by a girl with hole like brown eyes June. I listens to the woman talk about KAOS though the details are not specifically known as I was a bit out of it.
“-eah I’m gonna try to get to the CAB building and get into KAOS so I can try to do something about the Radio.” June says absent mindedly as she continues to the task of applying alcohol wipes.
“Could I go in with you? I’m hungry and if everything is going to shit I might as well see if I can get some food from the Greenery” I look down to my grumbling stomach remembering I had skipped dinner that day. June nodded as she finished “Of course though I don’t know if we’ll be allowed in.”
10:20 I walk to the CAB the sheepish June behind me. The windows that surround the greenery do not all stand strong. One particular window has shunted glass onto the outside I grabs my canvas bag and swipe away some glass and setting it on the edge so that no cuts are placed on either of our thighs. I go through the front door and steal from the vending machine offering June an energy drink which she promptly chugs it and slams it down. I nod my head as I watch her wipe her crush the can like a champ.
11:00 The front doors are already ajar as a crack appears in between the doors. We step through and see KAOS closed doors locked and lights out. The electrical lock was holding it closed which means when the power gets cut to this area is when it will be able to be opened. For now I step over and prop the front door open slightly. Realizing how late it is at this point I decide to drag one of the chair-couch things and set it up for rest instead of attempting to make the trek back to my dorm.
April 17th-23
Day 2- After the exhausting day of the sky cracking open, I woke up early, not by anything outside but by the nightmare. I was in a class on the upper floor when it happened, the teacher had stepped away. The moment replays in her head now in her dreams. I was laying back in my chair. The sky cracked at that moment. The veins in the sky pulse red and I feels the pulsing of my own blood. I don’t know why but every beat of that heart is calling to me every beat of that heart feels in line with my own.
Day 3: I have been standing on the field for hours now. How many hours? I couldn’t tell you. I only know that I’ve been here for too long. I was here when the new sun rose. The sun that crosses the sky through the crack, and everytime it does the colors change It looks almost stained by the hole in the sky. So I write down how the sun whom I once felt hated change. I feel weird as the thumping continues. The earth and grass here feels odd like it wants to swallow me whole.
So I leave. I have already been there since the sun began rising and it has hit the middle of the sky. I see a train of people begin moving food from the pod to upper campus and it is something to do. I begin helping to carry the larger things as we go uphill to the greenery. As we enter the building I see my friend from the first day taking small bites in the corner of the greenery. Unfortunately there is not much I can do for them at least for now. I swipe my hands against one another as I set the food into the barely functioning freezer. Then I step outside book in hand my mind is fluttering back to June she was so ready to contact the outside world on the first day. She had mentioned talking to her mom when we went to bed on the first day.
I hope she got to talk to her. That might have been the issue. I look at the sky a sorrow falls over my bones as I realize there is no one who I would need to talk to on the outside world. There is most likely people who would want to hear from me if they knew that is. I would love to speak to the ones I love again. I do not need to though. It is odd as I realize that others are more connected. They just feel more for the people in their lives.
This sorrow slows down my pace as I walk to red square and begin writing, The man who sweeps under the clocktower every day is still there. Maybe he was here before the disaster maybe he wasn’t I have no way of knowing other than talking to him. But I prefer being here and writing. Watching as the weight of his sweeps are what carries him forward. It is a way for him to do something. He speaks under his breath. One can see his mouth moving but not read his lips. I write about this man penciling out a description of him. He may be important later.
April 24th-May 4th
Heyyyyy Yeah I have not updated this note page in a HOT sec. I have been doing my best to be a fly in the wall these past couple weeks so I haven’t had much time to write. We have run out of food or I guess the campus has I probably have 2 days in my personal stores from before all of this and from some of the rations I have snagged extra for when we inevitably ran out. I know I know probably dumb of me but I need to stay awake and I need to be one of the last ones if it comes down to everyone dying of hunger. Someone has to write all of this out for when we’re hopefully found.
I have found posters in an attempt to find our teacher Sam I intend to do my best to help when I can. I currently write this from the Top floor of the Sem II buildings. I find I am calmer up here it also gives me room to see the goings ons of the other students on campus. I wonder if that calmer is because I am closer to this beating red sun. The orb in the sky just watches me like a big beady eye that has nothing better to do. I have at least stopped looking into it for so long but I’ve begun sleepwalking again.
I haven’t sleptwalked since I was a kid and I don’t know if it’s the stress of where we are and our current situation or if it is that damned moon trying to draw me out. I wouldn’t be nearly as worried about this if I haven’t been waking up closer and closer to fog filled areas. Never did I think I would be happy about how many rocks are left on every pathway leading to the roads. I am going to start locking my door. Both to protect myself from the sleepwalking (Hopefully) and to protect my food. I should probably ask Elle if they can watch over me one of these nights I hope she’s still alive.
May 5th-May 15th
I tried to talk to Elle about the watching over me but they were busy helping CCTV. That has caused the issue to get worse. I had locked my door in an attempt to stop me from walking outside. But I woke up to me attempting to cram myself out of the window 3 stories up. So I decided to unlock my door. I think that will be better. So instead I woke up staring at the moon in the middle of the field. Not in the sidewalk on the edge but in the middle of that 8 foot tall grass field. I walked back after hearing sounds echoing around me. I don’t know if the deers just didn’t think I’d be appetizing or somehow didn’t hear my wheezing as I ran back.
Anyways, I brought food to the Goobs shared some food with [redacted] I was feeling guilty about stealing so many rations. I needed to share it with somebody and this is where my people tend to be. I wish I had gone here more before the apocalypse. That was the first fun night in a while we played board games and just generally had a good laugh and time. I passed out on their bean bags in the living room and I didn’t sleep walk that night. At least I didn’t wake up in the middle of the grass that is.
I am trying to make notes on the people and events but there is too many people’s stories to write about. We started at 1000 though I don’t know how many we have left with many people getting lost in the fog. I should do a Census or something. I think that would be smart. I could get people’s stories while I am at it.
May 16th-June 1
It has been so Long holy shit. Sorry gang I was lost in the fog for a while. We got access to Olympia thankfully. I am glad June can finally speak with her family. Idon’t have much in Olympia though. Now I can get more stories though. I can’t wait to hear about everything that has happened there. I have been staying at Elle’s place shes the one who encouraged me to go into the woods on the expedition (Where I got Fogged) I think shes fine now too though I don’t know what I’ll be doing if I’m honest. I have run into people doing final funeral rites before they leave for Olympia. But I think I’ll stay here. Probably go to the library and run some Morale Boosting games. I have been playing DnD in the apocalypse maybe I should start running some games and collecting stories at the library. Holy Shit, I am gonna help people I guess. Just weekly but it is still something. Those Psychology classes will come in handy for the crying people and I might need to get some other people to be GMs for these games.