The diary of Peter Jackson
August 17, 2062
I had an argument with my friend. Apparently, the angel-like monsters are taking in people and keeping them safe, Salvation for all who chooses.
He wants all of us to go to the shelter, I don't blame him. His family is with him, their safety was his first priority with all the death and hopelessness that surrounds us.
A little hope can go a long way. Eventually the group fractured between those who wanted to go and those who didn't. I found myself on the side of those that didn't. I just didn't understand.
Why don't those that want to go to the sanctuary as they call it, just go by themselves? Those who didn't want to leave shouldn't have to.
That's what the fighting was about. Only after the fact, half of the group split after the fight did I realize it was fear.
The fear of insecurity, of being alone and vulnerable. There is safety in numbers, even a herd of gazelle would fend off a single lion if pushed in a corner. But it's over, I have lost my friend. The group is gone, it's just me.
Me and this person that keeps trailing me.
Peter Jackson
August 19, 2062
I haven't died yet nor have I lost my tail that has been following me, occasionally I would leave some food behind on purpose just to hint that I know they are there.
I really don't like this tailing shit, times like these, not knowing someone else's intention put me on edge.
I've decided to confront this little tail tomorrow, if I get to see tomorrow that is. It's looking desolate out here, thinking about those movies and video games I used to watch and play, how if I was in that position I would do this or do that.
It was all bullshit, my ego talking, I'm currently in that very position and I've lost my friend, neighbors, and now already planning on murdering who ever following me.
Ha ha, I wish I could go back to the office, to those movie and game nights. We will see what tomorrow brings.
Before I forget, I saw a jet today, one of those fast military ones, funny how I yelled and waved my hands like it was looking for me.
I was sad when it left. Only today it dawned on me that I was sad because I was hopeful.
At that moment I'd hoped that it would resume me, that this nightmare would end, don't get me wrong, don't get sad, one of the reasons I'm writing in you is to collect my thoughts, yes, one of the reasons.
The main point is that hope is still alive, there's still hope.