Day 10

MAY 29th-

At night, it's quiet, so very quiet. The silence engulfs you, embraces your thoughts, drives you ever more quickly mad. In the country sides and rural areas, the silence at least can be alleviated by the few insects and animals left. The cities however, contain a silence that goes beyond the absence of noise. It's as if every sound around you has been shunted out of existence, but only at night. Roaming one of the bigger cities at night, alone, is never wise. That is when the Tithe Collectors come out, as quiet as a grave they are. Seeking out anyone who was crazy enough to think they are free to do as they please. The Collectors make such people pay, silently.

Day 9

MAY 28th-

Does it require the blood of innocence, or merely the blood of any unwilling passerby, to make it run. The Great Gear Room grinds all, all that have outlived any usefulness. This massive structure the shape of an unassuming dark blue box, no windows, no doors, no way in or out, nothing. The sound reverberates through your very being. A continuous, monotonous, machine, with no clear purpose. Its main job, it seems, to merely be. The only evidence of weakness, a collection of used gears, creating a mountain of metal, most covered in blood, though the rain washes that away.

Day 8

MAY 27th-

In the distance, past the bombed out storefronts, and demolished buildlings, the White Towers stand. They stand, ever vigilant, rising high into the sky, blotting out the sun. A glistening aura of terror surrounds such an angelic facade. What kind of worship belongs in such a place, the cries of the devout or the defiled cascade from the inner corridors. Those that have caught a glimpse inside, have very little to say, other than whispers about the Blood dripping from the walls, and walls that seem to pulsate, or breathe.

Day 7

MAY 26th-

The dying, they die slow, in the Furnace Houses. They see the pain rise from under the skin, and explode into the agony of flesh torn asunder. We, the living dead, can sometimes hear the echoes of the dying, as a multitude of scorched flesh victims scream in unison. Perfection of a machine race to kill, slowly, and methodically. Precision, in systematically disassembling a human body. The flesh, and muscle, and bone, all the parts that make up a human being, laid out on a table, to be examined, and researched, and displayed. Though it begs the question, what exactly are they looking for. We fell like dominoes to their initial onslaught, what little could be gleamed from a weaker race, what indeed.

Day 6

MAY 25th-

It's a double edge sword, survival instinct. Looking around at the current state of things, one wouldn't be looked down upon if they decided to curl up and die. But still we persist, still we continue on, still we fight for something. All the living have left is tomorrow, and if your not long past cynical, that is enough. How long will it be enough though, before the crushing weight of history begins to make you question the future. Is the will to survive strong enough in the face of insurmountable odds, is it enough, can it be more than enough, can it grow with each passing day you're still alive. It's going to have to be, because we have a long road ahead, and no light can be seen at the end of the tunnel, not yet anyway.

Day 4 & 5

MAY 23rd/24th-

Some say they do not collect trinkets and trophies from their victims, some are wrong. I have seen rooms filled with all manner of hubris, all manner of the smug awareness of a conquering race. The human body itself is a special trophy, dressed up in freakish taxidermy shapes. Contorted into ghastly caricatures of life. A silent zoo, filled with dead eye occupants. And though they seem to be dead, a final twist of the knife, if one were to venture close enough to notice. They still breathe, they still see, they still think, trapped in a waking nightmare. Shallow breaths, a slight tremble, the nearly nonexistent rise and fall of the chest. It is always best not to think about the children on display in these macabre circus/museums. Though at night, even the most stone hearted of us, cry ourselves to sleep.

Day 3

MAY 22nd-

The way beyond is lit with the fires of eternity. We are now wandering, aimless and alone. Small packs of bundled nerves, waiting to be frayed. Afraid of the answers to questions we keep to ourselves. Going a little more insane, getting a little more dead, growing a little less humane. We will soon be gouging out the eyes, and ripping out the tongues, of our friends and family, to shut out the crying and screaming. What has our humanity wrought, but a quicker downfall. We are now an impotent species, outcast, outclassed, outmoded. Over the next hill, past the next horizon, all is lost. What hope, if hopelessness is the new currency.

Day 2

MAY 21st-

The Day after it falls, is the day after we all give in. Gave up the keys to the Kindom of Tears, in hopes of a pat on the head. The Dark Corners of the brain, damaged in the fall, disconnected from Hope, from the answers deep within, we are all shame and frailty now. Even if The Word rises, none shall be there to see, or hear, The Truth. The shards of the future too fractured to comprehend, a full picture, or a blank slate. In the dark corners of us, we hope for a word of truth to be a guiding light into this unknown. Will we wither on the bone, a desecrated carcass for the vultures of time, or stand tall, in the face of personal demons.

Day 1

MAY 20th-

I don't know when the sirens began. I was lost among the many faceless others, a hollow being adrift in the shallows of modernity. I do remember being shoved in the shoulder, as a women, or boy, or no one, ran by. Soon the trickle of ones and twos, running away, running towards, doubled. It then tripled and quadrupled,till finally, the shallows of our modern life experienced the high tide of the universe, come crashing down upon us. I did hear the sirens, eventually, but I now know it was only humanity screaming in unison, a last gasp of freedom being choked from the bodies around me. The siren song of release, from the nightmares yet to come.

Day 0

MAY 19th-

It was a Beautiful day...
Nothing lasts forever, as everyone soon found out.