Shias Log: Day 16 by Timothy Alan Lyrics
Day 16. November 7, 2012. 9:04 pm.
I didn’t like what I saw today. Or what I didn’t see. It’s… nothing. Emptiness in all direction. There were no signs of intelligent or unintelligent life anywhere. It’s like apart from a Thy-Trip invasion, curious aliens came down from the heavens and kidnapped everything with a mind and a heartbeat as test subjects. I was even so bold as to shout into the air. I ran for cover, thinking it was needed, expecting something to happen, but there was no reaction. No stomping and growling zombies looking for live prey. God, I didn’t even see a bird in the sky. This is strange… even for what’s been happening so far.
I had my knife. No matter how deserted it seemed I wasn’t leaving anywhere without it. I told Elliot I’d be back later in the day as a heads up for him. He waved me off. He’s still kind of depressed, but each day he’s recovering a little more. He’s even started talking to me again. At least he doesn’t sit by the window anymore, staring at in that odd, unhappy way. I hope he’ll be okay.
But back to outside. I had my knife gripped firmly in my hand. I need a better weapon, by the way. I tried to stab a tree branch to test its strength, and sadly, the tree branch didn’t take the worst of the damage. I was roaming around, still on my toes, still readily prepared to run or stab or whatever, and after a while, I admit, my guard dropped. I circled the block at least three times, but I was greeted with silence each time. I walked to the supermarket and waltzed in through the front door. I shouted and stomped and yelled. Nothing. The worst part is I’m not sure how I’m supposed to feel about it. In one sense, we aren’t in any danger if we’re the only ones left. But on the other hand, what would cause brain-deteriorated beings to leave the city that we don’t know about? Are they flocking together? Did they come to the conclusion that everything must’ve either been eaten or fled and that there isn’t any food left? Now call me cocky, but I don’t think that they’re the type to come to conclusions. Either way, I don’t like it. We need to move. If the waters have run dry in the savanna, all of the animals move to find something to drink. And Elliot and I aren’t about to go thirsty because we didn’t get the drought memo. Seeing that it’s New York, I don’t think we have too many directions to travel in. We’re heading west. We’ll scavenge around tomorrow in any stores or buildings that are still intact and get as many supplies as we can grab to make the trip. A map would be nice. And weapons. If we do run into anything, we’ll need heavy defense. It’s time we started planning. We can’t stay in this café forever.
But it’s weird. I don’t see anyone, but I feel eyes following me. How I can feel anything watching me I’m not sure. But they’re there. They see me, but I can’t see them. And that’s the way they like it. Being paranoid sucks, but I have a right to be in this world. Paranoia or not, I’m staying on my toes. The last thing I need is any sort of surprise.
Preparing for the road trip, Shia.
I didn’t like what I saw today. Or what I didn’t see. It’s… nothing. Emptiness in all direction. There were no signs of intelligent or unintelligent life anywhere. It’s like apart from a Thy-Trip invasion, curious aliens came down from the heavens and kidnapped everything with a mind and a heartbeat as test subjects. I was even so bold as to shout into the air. I ran for cover, thinking it was needed, expecting something to happen, but there was no reaction. No stomping and growling zombies looking for live prey. God, I didn’t even see a bird in the sky. This is strange… even for what’s been happening so far.
I had my knife. No matter how deserted it seemed I wasn’t leaving anywhere without it. I told Elliot I’d be back later in the day as a heads up for him. He waved me off. He’s still kind of depressed, but each day he’s recovering a little more. He’s even started talking to me again. At least he doesn’t sit by the window anymore, staring at in that odd, unhappy way. I hope he’ll be okay.
But back to outside. I had my knife gripped firmly in my hand. I need a better weapon, by the way. I tried to stab a tree branch to test its strength, and sadly, the tree branch didn’t take the worst of the damage. I was roaming around, still on my toes, still readily prepared to run or stab or whatever, and after a while, I admit, my guard dropped. I circled the block at least three times, but I was greeted with silence each time. I walked to the supermarket and waltzed in through the front door. I shouted and stomped and yelled. Nothing. The worst part is I’m not sure how I’m supposed to feel about it. In one sense, we aren’t in any danger if we’re the only ones left. But on the other hand, what would cause brain-deteriorated beings to leave the city that we don’t know about? Are they flocking together? Did they come to the conclusion that everything must’ve either been eaten or fled and that there isn’t any food left? Now call me cocky, but I don’t think that they’re the type to come to conclusions. Either way, I don’t like it. We need to move. If the waters have run dry in the savanna, all of the animals move to find something to drink. And Elliot and I aren’t about to go thirsty because we didn’t get the drought memo. Seeing that it’s New York, I don’t think we have too many directions to travel in. We’re heading west. We’ll scavenge around tomorrow in any stores or buildings that are still intact and get as many supplies as we can grab to make the trip. A map would be nice. And weapons. If we do run into anything, we’ll need heavy defense. It’s time we started planning. We can’t stay in this café forever.
But it’s weird. I don’t see anyone, but I feel eyes following me. How I can feel anything watching me I’m not sure. But they’re there. They see me, but I can’t see them. And that’s the way they like it. Being paranoid sucks, but I have a right to be in this world. Paranoia or not, I’m staying on my toes. The last thing I need is any sort of surprise.
Preparing for the road trip, Shia.