Day 11

There’s more noise in this neighborhood.

I didn’t sleep well last night. Gunfire, explosions, and a steady orchestra of screams went on continuously throughout the night. Sitting in absolute darkness while the world’s on fire isn’t easy. Sometime in the early morning, a woman came screaming up to the crawl space. She said she saw me go in there earlier and to let her in. I was about to open it, but her voice abruptly died. I heard a gurgle and snapping sound.

When I went outside this morning, there were fingernail marks on the outside of the door. There was blood too. It was everywhere.

I’m sorry.

Up the street, I noticed something was on fire. I could smell plastic burning and there was a cloud of smoke rising from an old brick school. I left a few notes for my parents, saying I was still alive and that I loved them. My dad’s pistol was gone. I hope they made it away safe. I packed a few extra things and closed the doors to the house. The windows were still broken on the front of it, but there’s no point in repairing them. The monsters would know someone was living there.

It took me four hours to get to Little Canada.

The apartment building they lived in was completely destroyed. It was three levels, with blue hallways and white rooms. The apartments had been slashed and carved out by those things. There were pools of dried blood everywhere. The place stunk of rotting people. With no place to run or hide, they must’ve been easy targets here when the drum started. In her apartment, I found no signs of struggle, strangely. Hopefully, she was out shopping. I know she was going to cook curry that Friday night when it all started. They would’ve needed ingredients for that.

I’m going to start riding again here soon. I don’t want to get caught out in the open when the drum begins. The refugees I saw yesterday were easy prey. Leaving the cities wouldn’t be wise. There is no place to hide on the open road. I’m going to stay in the crawl space again. Snowy seems really tired. I imagine all these things are wearing on her too.

I know she misses the old world too.


More to come. Every Thursday. You can get caught up visiting the Days 1 – 100 page. You can also learn more about the Greenland Diaries book series. Thank you for reading.

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