August 28, 2062
It's been a couple of days, a lot happened to be honest, I thought I was going to die. Let's start off with that little tail I was talking about, it actually was a little tail.
A small boy was trailing me all that time. I asked him about his family but he just shook his head saying that they were in the camp. Those safe havens that the monster was going on about, protecting people.
Yeah right, there's no way, as I thought, but then there's the question about what became of my friend and his family, I will never know.
Knowing that it is a kid now, I couldn't leave him, I mean I could, he clearly knows how to get around, but I couldn't you Know, you know. I told him that we will have to work together, not to worry that he would be safe with me.
Could you believe he had the nerve to look me in the eyes and say no were is safe.
Huh, I was trying to confirm him but I myself found relief in the honesty and the fact that he knew, but that also meant he knew of hope.
We instantly started talking about the fighter jet.
I thought I should mention this but it is August, currently in Illinois but was in Wisconsin by the lake and river. Do you know what that means, well do you, do you, do you!
Nah, I'm playing with ya, we're outside, it wouldn't be ideal but it is warm, oddly warm. I think the fight between the angels and demons is throwing the weather out of whack, but it is a plus for me and the kid.
Now in Illinois, on the outskirts, moving into the city, I was cautious about the ideal but with the naval base, I thought we had to take the chance.
I talked to the kid about it, he seemed to be on board, even said he used to live in the city.
But man, it was scary how the city looked like those apocalypse movies, but no matter how many books, games, or movies I've seen nothing could prepare you. They always talk or describe the scene, but nothing hits harder than that bone chilling silence.
Remembering all the bustling and traffic, all that life, quite, you know that people are still around, that life is still here. But in the sense it is hidden, like an insect scarring around in the dark, the noise, the light, the sheer attention could be the end of your life.
Me and the kid didn't even take the chance, we moved around from building to building. Staying out of sight, you would think that we would want to regroup with people, oh no!
I can at least say this about the games and movies, even though we have creatures flying around throwing kamaya- waves at each other, people are still much scarier.
Just the way we entered the city, there were several head on spikes, with what appears to be Latin or something, I just know that my Espanol is mierda.
Well that's about it for the entries this time, wait, there's one more thing, anime, I meant animals. I miss anime, no, the animals are weird, or they're getting weird?
There was a power line filled with birds just looking at us. The kid shot one with his bow, it was a nice shot, so usually the birds would fly away right, right, RIGHT!
No, they looked at the bird on the ground with the arrow then back at us.
We did not! Get that bird or that arrow back, it belongs to the birds now.
People are just shit, their shit!! Vermin, destined to propel themselves and each other to death in the most horrible of fashion. Well deserving of going instinct like all ancient civilization before us.
I know god exists now, I see them, all of them, I know why they don't answer our call, it's not only because they don't have to.
They choose not to, always asking for what we want, when what we need is at our finger tip and we choose not to grasp it.
I should die, I should be dead, the boy, I lost the boy, no, I left him. We got caught up by some people, mad max look'n motherfuckers, they swarmed us.
I held the kid tightly, pulled out my gun, didn't have enough bullets for all of them but enough to clear a path. One started talking mad like I wouldn't shoot, there was no way I was letting them take us.
Being taken by people looking like that couldn't lead to anything good. I domed his ass, they all started running, it went better than I hoped.
Yeah, hoped, I've learned in that moment that hope is a word that prolongs suffering, those fuckers weren't running from me, a blaring sound howl, light funnel through the wall.
Me and the kid imminently start running outside, a similar sound echoes again, another funnel of light, though it was dark, like a blackest purple. Building fell, in the mayhem I lost the kid, in that mayhem I lost myself.
I woke up in a survivor camp ran by whatever faction of the government that's left. They took all my stuff, though some officers gave me my notebook back.
I didn't bother writing a date for this entry, I kinda don't care. They told me I was lucky to survive a sentinel attack. The monster places sentinel in a major area to control the zone, they react to sound, as large as a stander house and can vaporize skyscrapers, but would react to a pin drop if it believes it is threatening.
More days passed by as I sulked think, I killed that kid, maybe we could have gone with those psychos, maybe we could have made a deal, maybe, maybe,maybe.
Though if ifs ands and buts, were candy and nuts, then maybe. I waited, watching the people faces, the survivors, the soldiers, I see their gloom, their despair.
Listen to those who wish for things to go back to normal, and the delusion or the bold liar telling or believing that it will.
You know the craziest thing, I got to the place I was trying to go, I got to where that little tether of hope led me. To the base in order to seek shelter, to be safe.
Now I am here, now I know, the boy was right, nowhere is safe.
I have been molding over these thoughts for I don't know how long. Thought I write them down so if someone finds my body pretty soon, they'll read this and know why.
I'm tired, I'm just tired, this is what my hope has brought me, MORE SUFFERING.