Date: January 10th, 2014.
Time: 7:38 PM EST
Temperature: 38° Fahrenheit
Day 1
I've never written a personal log in my entire lifetime before, nor did ever I really care to do so. Not up until now at least. I guess I'll start this out like any other typical log entry, by giving you a brief explanation of myself. My name is ______. A man whose dreams would be squandered by the sudden disappearance of people. Was it the rapture? A plague of some sort? Or the apocalypse? I couldn't be sure for certain. The only thing to my knowledge is that I'm still alive, and I'm still breathing on this earth.
Sure, I had my whole entire life planned out. I was going to join the academy. Make something of myself one day. Prove my worth to the world. I've saw the corruption inside the hearts of many men. The only thing I've ever wanted to do, was to help mankind move forward. Make some kind of progress away from his intrusive, violent nature. I would later learn that it was impossible to achieve such a goal. Mankind would have to experience an inevitable downwards spiral before living in euphoria. Self preservation came first before magnanimity. It was just human nature. There was nothing I could do about it.
I wanted to disown myself from the human race for that very reason. There was no hatred I projected towards mankind, just a sense of pity for the minority of innocents who would suffer down the line. Sometimes, just sometimes, being self aware can drive an individual to madness. Yearning for freedom from the outside world. It's both a blessing and a curse. I simply wanted to escape from it all.
Now, as I gaze from my bedroom window, all human life I used to know is now gone. It could be anyone's guess for where they have suddenly vanished to. Is this what I truly wanted deep down inside? Was I responsible for all of this? Maybe this is just a lucid nightmare. I'm going back to bed, and maybe tomorrow everything will return to normal.
Date: January 12th, 2014.
Time: 8:25 PM EST
Temperature: 30° Fahrenheit
Day 3
I woke up today, to hear the sound of blue jays and cardinals chirping outside my bedroom window. Ever since I was young, I've developed a deep rooted connection with nature. Hell, being born and raised as a Catholic, I chose my confirmation name to be Saint Francis of Assisi. However, I'm not going to ramble on about religion. Don't get me started with my views on that subject. I'm simply writing this as a documentation of my survival. Wouldn't you if your the last living human being on earth? The grand problem I face...
Is there any intelligent life out there that is capable of comprehending this?
Have you ever heard of the quote "The more you know someone, the more you'll like them?" I'm sure we all have. I found that expression difficult to believe when I've first moved into my neighborhood. You see, I'm a peaceful man at heart. Just a guy who humbly minded his own business. Never wanted to get into any conflicts with anyone. I was tested a few weeks later, when my dog got loose and ran onto the neighbor's property. He squatted on his lawn and did his business there. Yeah, I know what your thinking. I should have more control over my dog and it's ultimately my fault. It was. However, was it necessary to curse out loud in front of everyone? The neighbor would later spread rumors for anyone gulliable to believe his BS in the complex. They would unfortunately fall for his word. While I did apologize about the inconvenience, I scanned his property for my dog's excrement and failed to locate it. Little did I know that he actually kept it for himself, and would go as far as stuffing my dog's feces inside my mailbox. Love thy neighbor you'd say? Some men just want the world to burn I suppose.
If you feel sympathy for what that neighbor did, then please don't read any further. Close this diary and discard it for the next person to read. I would learn to let go of that hatred. It's better to not get sucked into superficial drama. Why lower into someone elses level by trying to argue and reason with them? It doesn't accomplish a single damn thing. Well, besides more projected hatred towards you. It's also a reoccuring theme that I've witnessed in most relationships now in days. Hell, I'm not a love guru. However, I can't recall a single sucessful relationship with ANYONE besides my grandparents. God bless them for that reason. I am also speaking this in behalf of my parent's divorce. Instead of recounting those details, let's just say that I'm blessed with the realization of not reviving past mistakes. That was too much shit to bear when I was younger. Anyways, enough about me.
My local convenient store was fully stocked, with the few occasional items missing here and there. Whatever happened in the world, no one bothered to panic over last minute preps. Milk, cheese, ham, water gallons, ice cream, and everything else was still in tact with the power still being present. I guess it was the automatic refrigerator timers and the 24/7 lights that did it. I thankfully still had power to my house. I pass the store's counter with some perishable supplies. There was no reason to pay the front counter with no employee, so why bother? I knew sooner or later that the power would eventually run out. The question was exactly when. My dog waited for me on the passenger side of my weathered '97 Ford Escort. Say whatever you want about it's appearance. The car was built like a tank, and it has yet to fail opon me.
You know, the strangest event occured not so long ago. While I was making dinner just a few hours ago, I heard the faint outcry of a female's voice in the distance. It sounded like a whine from a pony. What could a equine be possibly doing in a suburban neighborhood? We didn't have any stables around here. My dog barked ferociously. That was reconfirming for me at least, to realize that I wasn't going insane. It was too cold outside to investigate the noise. I promised to myself, the first thing that I would do in the morning was to investigate the source. Maybe I'm not living in seclusion after all?
