The First Feather on Earth

May 23, 2015

Dear Journal.

OK, first off, I want to get the fact that I am absolutely freaking out right now off my chest.

From what it seems, I apparently slept through the apocalypse. Literally. There is no one here, and the whole town has been deserted! I think I'll keep this Adventure Log going just so I don't lose too much of my sanity, and before you ask, no I am not using Dragon, I am using a neat little program called VoiceNote II on my laptop. What's worse is the physical changes that have happened to me. I think I should probably elaborate more on what happened today and explain it as I found out.

It was the Saturday morning of a bright, sunny day when I woke up. Unlike most teenagers, I A) Didn't have a job, and B) Usually woke up raring to go in the mornings. Unfortunately, today was not one of those days. If anything it felt like I got hit by a Mac Truck. Staying up till 5 in the morning playing Gemcraft: Chasing Shadows is not a good idea at all. Fun while it lasts, not fun after you pass out from exhaustion.

Anyways, when I did wake up, I groggily tried to get out of my bed, only to shortly find my face having an afternoon tea time with the wooden floorboards. I only groaned slightly as my bed is considerably lower than any other bed I've seen, with it literally being just two mattresses with no frame. That, and the layer of clothes strewn all across the floor probably helped. But I did notice that my arms and legs felt weird like they were numb. So when I eventually pushed myself back onto my bed and took a good look at my hand, I nearly jumped out of my own skin!My hand was gone! Not only that but my arm was PURPLE! Scrambling out of my Pj's, I quickly did a body check. First thing I could tell was that I was no longer human. I was some sort of four-legged creature with hooves. I had fur and yes, it was all a deep shade of purple. Almost like... a ripe, purple grape. Long story short I practically gawked at myself for a good half-hour before snapping back to reality. Yeah. Anyways the only reason I did come back at all was one thought 'Well fuck, Momma is going to rip me a new one isn't she?'

So I decided it might be best to not wake my mom yet. Yet. So I tried opening the door as silently as possible, thank god my door is right beside my bed so I could use my... hooves to open the door (I don't think I'll get used to that for a bit). Once I did though I face-planted again! I seriously need to re-align my center of balance and figure out how to walk. So I tried grabbing my trusty Big Print Dictionary, only to find that using my ha-... hooves, I meant hooves, was a lot more difficult than I thought, but after a bit of struggling I finally managed to have the huge book on top of my hooves! What I did after though, was something I only did when I was bored and in need of attention.

I then proceeded to try to balance the book on my head! Little do most people know, being able to walk with a book balanced on your head made your posture so much straighter and as such, your center of gravity is more central, thus giving you more balance! In my mind, it was simply genius! So after a bit, I finally had the book balanced, and I slowly tried to stand up on all fours. Very slowly. It wobbled and fell off beside me with a loud thud, and I swear I felt my ears swivel to try to pinpoint the source!

It was a bit disconcerting, to be honest. But anyways, long story short, I kept going at it until I could walk without tripping over myself. That's when I realized something odd. I live in a small town named Brechin that has the Trans-Canada highway running through it, but... where were the car noises? Or even the train noises Brechin is literally notorious for? We have three railroad crossings in town that are all connected to the same track, all three of which cross the highway, and they are all within a five-minute drive of each other! People who come through here often enough know that when you're stuck behind a train in this town, just shut off your car and pull out a book, you're going to be here for a while.

So why was it almost silent? A thought crossed my head as I let the book slide off my head, my heart sinking as I came to a sudden realization. Scrambling over to the window, I lifted the blinds with my head and gasped at what I saw. An empty street, during Saturday, in Brechin. In all of the years that I have lived here, that is a physical impossibility. Scared out of my mind I carefully try something. I tried calling out to my mom. "M-Momma!?" But I didn't get a response. Then it hit me, a realization weighty as a mac truck.

My mom would have heard the dictionary thumping against the floor.

My eyes dilated in cold, hard fear. My heart was pounding as I frantically scrambled to her room, my only thoughts were on whether or not she was safe. Eventually I got the door open, but unfortunately, I accidentally took the door handle off as I did. My new height barely let me see over the top of the bed, but I saw all I needed to see. Neither my mom nor my step-dad were there. Reality decided to slap me in the face REAL hard today, as I finally connected it. "..." I sighed as I gave up the struggle of reality "It's going to be one of those day's isn't it?"

After I had that little spazz attack I decided to see what I really look like and considering there was a mirror on the one dresser in the spare room, I reluctantly decided to use that. Did I forget to mention my house is haunted? Yeah. We have our good ol' ghosty pal Walter. Or at least that's what we named him. My mom and step-dad were the first ones to encounter him, although I've had my own experience with him. Let's just say a door opening and closing on its own for 5 straight minutes is creepy enough when yoUR NOT ON THE CAN WHILE IT'S HAPPENING! Sorry about that, had to yell at Walter. I'm still pissed at him for it in case you haven't noticed. Not only that but I swear he lives in the spare room. I mean... just look at those dull, lifeless eyes on the dolls... *shudder*

But anyways back on topic, and I apologize for rambling. It's just I'm kinda freaking out here! But anyways I creep into the room, planning on spending a minute in and running right out... or is it galloping? Either way I never got to find out, because what I saw in the reflection just floored me. I looked like a tiny horse who took a trip to a Crayola party! Not only that, but I had ...have freaking WINGS! The wings were the same shade of purple as the rest of my fur... coat I guess? But my hair... mane, was a GREEN colour! At that point, I had noticed that I had a tail! It was also green but there wasn't really anything to note about.

So basically this is what I am in point form:

~ I am a male (Thankfully I kept that much)
~ I am some sort of small horse thing
~ I am around 3 feet tall
~ My hair... mane... thing is green along with my tail
~ My fur... coat... colour is purple
~ My head seems just a bit too big for my body
~ And I have wings, that I don't know how to use.

Yeah, I still haven't quite figured out how to use my wings yet, but I'm going to keep trying! Anyways after examining myself in the mirror and quickly dashed out of the room, only to trip and face-plant outside the door. I swear Walter's out to get me or something. Groaning a bit I get up and try to slowly slide myself backwards down the stairs. Halfway down I slipped and landed with my butt on each step. It's no longer sore don't worry. Thankfully there is only one door left to get to the main living area, AKA the dining room, kitchen, bathroom, and back-room. I opened this one a lot easier because it actually has a stick handle. Once I reached the kitchen I decided to do a food check and found that it was all still there! Even down to the lemon juice! I also found that my senses had changed slightly, considering I almost threw up when I sniffed the baloney, but that could have been Walter.

After seeing that none of the food was touched I had decided to go outside. It was bright, sunny, and deserted. I walked a bit around town, not really caring about my clothes since I had already come to the conclusion that everyone was gone. And surprise, surprise, I was correct. Not even the corner store had any people in it! After checking the library (which unfortunately is still locked) and my friend Kenny's house, I started noticing how different the animals felt. The normal chirping and singing of the local birds had altered a bit, almost more rather that they were actively communicating! ...Well almost. Still, they did seem to be giving me the stink-eye. Especially the ravens. Dammit, they were creepy enough as is!

So yeah, that's pretty much it for today! Really freaky stuff right? Meh. I'm trying not to dwell on it too much. I mean we were going to screw up the planet one way or another so there's that going for us... or at least the planet. Oh! I did come home to find that the power is still working sorta. I have my doubt's on how long it will last though. I guess I better start coming up with ways to write and stuff. I think I'll make a check-list on priorities at the end of each of these journal logs, that way I can at least stay organized.

1: Create a sustainable food/water source
2: Create a mean's of self-defence
3: Create a home base
4: Create a mean's of communication
5: Find other survivors

...I might move it around at a later date but I think this is pretty good. So anyways yeah I'll talk to you all later! Or something... maybe.

~Alex J.