Saturday, May 20, 2011, 8:00PM
Well, 22 hours until ‘rapture.’ XD I can’t believe I’m setting shit up for this. I mean, I’m no BT, but the Bible says that no one will know when the rapture will occur. But, I kinda feel like it’s gonna happen. Why? Call it a hunch. Wait, why am I talking to a journal? Neh, whatever. In case this whole end of the world thing happens, I’m making sure survivors know what I did.
Sunday, May 21, 2011, 7:46AM
Just woke up. Grabbed up some essentials and placed out some makeshift weapons. A nice rusty scythe, a machete, and my metal bat. Got Wooden Steel with me, just in case I have nothing else. The head of one of them is chipped, but it doesn’t affect them much. Got plenty of Tuna, a couple packs of Rame-whatwasthat?
5/21/11 8:23AM
Sounded like a fucking bomb went off outside. Checked about a mile radius, saw nothing. Back home, got some food to settle my nerves with that. So, one last run through of all my shit before I sign off ‘til 6. Got food, weapons, my laptop is fully charged. No entertainment, not like I’ll need it. If this whole ‘rapture’ thing is real, I should have plenty of shit to keep me busy. Got some spare clothes if I manage to shower. And if I don’t get to shower with water, there should be plenty of blood to bathe in. Oh! Can’t forget my mp3 player. It’s a simple little thing, but it has a nice hunk of memory. Enough for all my favorites.
5/21/11 4:42PM
About six more ‘bombs’ have gone off. …….Hehe, seven bombs. That’s either really fucking lucky, or a sign.
5/21/11 5:32PM
Half an hour to ‘rapture.’ Got Wooden Steel, and my bat ready. I only ho- what is that? Is it raining miniature bombs, or huge ass hail?
5/21/11 5:42PM
……..Fingers. Fucking fingers. The ground. Covered in blood. I saw someone. No face. I am so fucked.
5/21/11 5:46PM
I just saw everything in my room barricade my walls and the door. What could’ve caused th- ……………………I just heard something whisper. “…..Landers…” Something Landers.
5/21/11 6:00PM
…….WHATTHEFUCKISTHAT.
5/21/11 6:05PM
Ok, whatever moved my stuff against all the walls, you ‘Landers, thank you so much. Some…thing, just broke through it, and ran into the barricade. It had fucking claws as long as my fingers. It’s trying the other walls that got barricaded and getting the same thing. I can’t think of any other term to use to describe it other than a naked mole rat with a rake for hands. I have to do some research.
5/21/11 6:45PM
Nothing. Ab-so-fucking-lutely NOTHING. I found some controversial shit about the Slender Man, who looked just like the faceless man, on youtube, but that was it.
5/21/11 7:23PM
Ok, that rake handed thing, I’m just calling it a Rake for now, is gone. I can tell because the Landers, or whatever the hell it was, put everything back. Even the walls.
5/21/11 8:17PM
Something I would like to point out. Taking an hour off of the current time and adding it back as minutes give you 7:77. Also, the Landers brought me a cup of Sprite. <3
5/21/11 10:10 PM
Ok, I’m gonna try and sleep tonight. Just in case something occurs and I wake up, this computer is staying on.
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nightlanders toil throughout the night
Sunday, May 22, 2011, 6:06AM
……..What the hell wrote that last night?
5/22/11 7:11AM
I wish there was a 7/11 around my house, I’d be going to get me some breakfast.
5/22/11 8:18AM
Ok, I’m gonna go outside and try to get some of the weapons I left out. If nothing else I’m getting that scythe.
5/22/11 8:22AM
Fucking. Undead. EVERYWHERE. I don’t even have that many fucking people in my damn neighborhood! But I got the scythe and hacked my way back in. I’m taking the handle and making it shorter, and setting that blade so it stops moving. Sorry bat, you’ve got a replacement.
5/22/11 9:11AM
Found a cap gun upstairs. If I can find the pellets for it I got it made when I find a place.
5/22/11 11:00AM
Just found a shit ton of copper pellets for it. They spelled out the word ‘RUN.’ I think it’s the Landers again. I’m gonna get a bag for these pellets and get to that Food Lion nearby. That way I can get some fresh supplies. I’m going to New Jersey. If I can get off the States I can try to find somewhere else to settle down. But first things first. Gotta find Kaitlynn and make sure she’s fine.
5/22/11 2:21PM
Ok, recon mission. Find the beautiful Ms. Kaitlynn Cranford, and if alive, take her to NJ port. If deceased, travel to Pennsylvania and attempt to find the ill Meghan Benson. Then travel to NJ, as planned. I should arrive no later than July 4th. Might grab some fireworks from Virginia while I’m at it.
5/22/11 5:52PM
Ugh, it’s been too fucking quiet. The zombies all filed away, and I haven’t seen a Rake since the Landers stopped that first one. Maybe it’s the only one?
5/22/11 6:00PM
I just saw. I just. Just. What in the name of holy fucking hell was that thing. It kinda floated, but didn’t. It was, I guess you could say, suspended by two triangles. They formed the hourglass symbol on the belly of a Black Widow. Other than the hourglass type thing, I could see a gas mask. I have a bad feeling about th-OHSHITWHATSTHAT.
5/22/11 8:17PM
W-w-w-w-what the fuck…. I got attacked by… I can’t even begin to describe it. It was a mangled mass. I feel like I’m gonna hurl…
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the archangel observes as you slumber
Monday, May 23, 2011, 8:17AM
There’s another of those things. Who the fuck is leaving these?
5/23/11 9:43AM
Ok, I’ve checked the entire house, even the fucking attic, and I’m all alone. That doesn’t help me with what’s been going on…. Could be a haunting, could be a complete drea-OW.
5/23/11 10:27AM
That fuck…bit my god damn leg. Well that rules out dream and haunting. Then what? What is causing this shit to happen? ………..are you FUCKING KIDDING. THAT RAT BASTARD STOLE MY MP3 PLAYER. Excuse me while I go hunt down these fucks.
5/23/11 4:13PM
Fuck yeah. Take that, I got my mp3 back thanks to my Rockband drumsticks, Wooden Steel.
5/23/11 5:55PM
Sounds like the zombies are starting to pick up again. Can’t wait for that next blood ba- ….since when can they fly. ._.;
5/23/11 6:00PM
FUCKFUCKFUCKGETMEOUTOFTHISHELLHOLE. FUCKINGMASSOFSHIT. ORGANS EVERYWHERE. OHFUCKNO!!!
5/23/11 ??:??PM, Journal Entry
I’m hiding in a fucking closet. Can’t see worth a damn, almost lost my life too..what is it, even? It’s just like, a throbbing mass of things. Skin, organs, and maybe some kinda blond hair? I don’t know, it’s just gut retching. My skin is crawling, my heart is practically dieing, and I dropped all of my weapons. All I have is a pot. I’m just gonna wait it out....that’s it.....wait.....out.
5/23/11 8:15PM
It finally left. Got all my shit back except for a couple socks. Atleast it didn’t get me, fucking hideous pile of shit…well it’s almost night time, so I’ll go out tomorrow. So tired, but really nowhere is safe in this house.. I’ll just go to my room.
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