Today, 14th October, '17
The entire world is on fire.
I've never been the religious type, but I think I must be in hell.
The storm finally hit us, and everything just...went crazy. I could hear it coming in those last few minutes; it was louder than anything I've ever heard. The building began to shake before I could even see the cloud, and the closer it got, the more I knew that things were going to get so much worse before the end.
I just huddled up against the edge of the wall, and cried. The sound was so loud that I couldn't even hear my own thoughts as they scattered around my mind in a panic. I tried to plug my ears, but it didn't help.
Nothing could have helped.
Have you ever had to just sit and wait for your life to end? I've learned that it's not a great feeling. It's something that nobody should have to ever go through. But something happened that might end up being worse.
I didn't die. At least, I haven't yet, anyway.
The sound began to fade out some after what felt like a lifetime, and that's when I had the courage to open my eyes. Even though it was still just early morning, the entire sky was an unnatural bright orange and the winds were throwing all sorts of pieces of whatever around. I've never seen the middle of a tornado, let alone an orange one, but that's just what it looked like.
At that point, I didn't know what to do, but I knew that getting hit with all the stuff flying around the roof was hurting me, so I ran back inside the building. That's when I saw and felt that my arms and face had blood on them from getting struck with rocks and wood pieces. It hurt, and still does, since I had nothing to really put on it. The wind was crashing through the windows and it felt like the building was going to fall over.
Some of that orange smoke, or clouds, fog, or whatever it was started filling up the room, but I can still breath. For now.
I just don't know what to do. I didn't expect to even still be here after the storm came. I guess I'll just wait here and see what happens. What more could I do? I'll clutch my pen and this diary and just...I don't know...wait.
I never should have left that building. I wasn't safe, but now...it's just so much worse.
At least I couldn't see what the world had become when I was in that dark room. But I knew that I couldn't just sit in there forever. I had to see for myself what the world looked like after the clouds passed through. But what I saw was something I wasn't ready to see. How could I have been?
There was still a lot of wind, and the sky was still that sickly shade of orange, but at first it seemed like everything had calmed. I thought it had, but as I peered over the ledge of the roof out across the street, I heard something...strange. It sounded like an animal, or lots of animals, but it was coming from all over the place. I couldn't see far into the fog of orange, but I could hear whatever it was...or whatever they were, all around me.
Nothing makes sense. Nothing will ever make sense, again. I was frozen in fear and knew that whatever was making that sound was bad news.
Was there any kind of other news now?
I hurt the tips of my fingers with how hard I was digging into the brick of the roof, which only makes it even harder to write now. I just sat there as still as I could, as the screeching and wailing got louder and louder around me. Not being able to see what was making those horrible sounds was the worst feeling ever. Well, until I saw what it was...
I couldn't make out exactly what they were at first, because everything was still so...orange, and foggy, and rainy. But they were big, and flying all around the building. When I finally saw one clear enough, I saw what looked like a giant bat. That's really as close as I can get to describing it. Like, a bat with a frogs head. And lots of teeth. It was gliding through the air effortlessly, but looked as though it must have been a couple hundred pounds worth of just pure muscle. That's when another showed up, and then one more.
For a moment, I thought maybe I should have stayed and gotten a better look at them, but I couldn't. I had to run, and fast, and far. Whatever those things were, the last thing they looked to be was friendly.
I slid down the ladder and slipped and crashed both of my knees onto the floor. Even though I've gotten used to falling thanks to gymnastics, that still hurt a lot. And I have some pretty nasty scraps now too.
My legs were taking me away from the building faster than I thought possible, even though I still couldn't really see through the clouds. I kept nearly running into abandoned cars, signs, and all the debris that had been scattered around when the storm hit. The whole time I ran, I just kept expecting to be snatched up off the ground by those...things, and taken away. The fear is what kept me running, I guess.
But I could only run so far, and my body was a mess. My knees were bleeding, my arms and face too. My hands were throbbing in pain, and I was out of breath.
So here I am again. Sitting somewhere in the woods just outside of town, wondering what I'm supposed to do now. Wondering what was happening to the world. Wondering if Dad was okay or not.
Before things changed, I used to just work out and train until I couldn't feel anything but exhausted. All the worries I had would be washed away as my mind shut down and my body healed. But here I am at that point now physically, only my mind refuses to stop.
I can barely hold this pen, but yet I have to keep writing.
This can't be hell, can it? How would I ever know for sure? I have to keep writing.
I have to find my Dad. But what do I do when I get back? What if the whole camp is overrun with those...things? What if they get me before I ever make it there?
I don't know what to do.
What are you supposed to do when flames engulf you and leave you untouched?
Just what am I supposed to do now...