The Whirlwind: Diary Entry #11
Today, 19th or 20th October, ‘17
I’m sitting here writing this in what little light I have. I found an old coffee tin and have been using it to burn twigs. It gives me just enough light to see around my little bunker room I created here at this old factory. I still haven’t figured out what this place used to do or make, but there isn’t really anything of value to me now.
In fact, I have spent most of the day looking for any useful supplies or food around the entire place and came back with…a coffee can. Oh, and some old employee coveralls that I turned in a lumpy, dusky bed of sorts. I haven’t been able to sleep much, but I’ve stolen a nap here and there. I want to sleep more but I just can’t seem to slow my mind down enough. My body was exhausted days ago and yet my mind hasn’t quite figured it out yet.
I don’t have much energy left and yet I feel like I should still be running. Those monsters have mostly left me alone since I chased off the first one that was in here, but I know they’re out there. I found a ladder to the roof today and was able to see back into the city. Well, I could see some of the larger buildings through the orange haze and fog anyway. And I also saw what must have been hundreds of those things darting around like angry buzzards looking for something dead to eat.
I might as well be something dead to eat.
They are going to find me and devour me like they’ve done to everyone else. I realize that fact and I’ve already accepted it, but I don’t want to make it easy for them. I’ll never give up but I know I’m just not going to be able to last forever out here. And one of them is going to take advantage of it and take me away into the sky.
What’s left for me here on the ground? The world is gone now. Maybe the sky is all there is left for us unlucky enough to have not died or become one of those things?
I can barely tell if what I’m writing is on the lines of the page and not crossing over the previous sentence. It would be really nice if I could find a flashlight or a lantern. I could try and make a hole in the wall or the ceiling and get some of that awful orange glow in here, but that would just make me sick. It’s bad enough that it hasn’t been dark in days but not being able to escape the constant light of the world would make it more unbearable. Even though I can’t see anything in here, it’s a better alternative.
My knees are finally healing, I think. That’s a positive, right? The palms of my hands still feel like they’re on fire all the time, but at least my knees are healing. This is me being positive.
I just heard something outside. It’s some kind of low rumbling and it’s getting louder. I’m not sure what it is but I should probably go and check. I’ll try the roof.
Oh yes, I definitely hear it.
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