Last night, something happened somewhere in the neighborhood. The drum sounded around 8 pm. There is no rhyme or reason to its starting time. You just know that when the sun starts to wane it could happen at any moment. Around midnight, between the hollow thumps, there was a horrible crashing sound, like metal being torn. There was a terrible howling, followed by a metallic pop. I don’t know what it could have been. It was so loud that it made my teeth hurt.
It couldn’t have been very far away.
In the morning, I started to look for some old maps around the house. I had to find the most efficient way to travel. I couldn’t be caught in the open when the drum started, so I plotted out a path to my parent’s house and my girlfriend’s apartment. My parents live in the suburbs just north of Minneapolis. My girlfriend lives in Little Canada. I left my car in that roadblock on 94. I could go back to look at it. If all the highways were blocked, it wouldn’t matter anyways. My dad had an old Jaguar. He’d had it since I was kid sitting in the backyard. It was one of many things he had difficulty parting with.
Once the army launches their counter attack, I’ll start thinking about getting my car back. Until then, I’ll just wait. I wish I knew when that was going to happen. Maybe they need help? I have a gun after all.
I walked down to see Gerald again today. He was waiting for me with a cup of coffee. He said a group of people had come through earlier with about a hundred wounded. They were setting up refugee camps outside the cities. I immediately went to pack, but Gerald stopped me. Gerald said he didn’t trust the government to take care of him. If they didn’t see these monsters coming, then why should he trust them for protection? He calmed me down and told me to stay someplace familiar until things became more stable. It’s hard fighting the urge to move, but I’m doing it.
I’m worried for my dog. There are a lot of strays wandering around. How long until they get hungry? There are so many of them. Why don’t the monsters have any interest in them?