cause all these people to panic. All these people…what people? Damn.
6:52PM
Dear Diary
Once again, the sound of glass breaking has shattered the tranquil calm of this city. Once again, it was very loud. I have the safety off of my .38, and my rifle is resting on my lap as I write this. I have decided to stay in the main lobby of the Georgia Dome for the night. It is warm in here. I am at a position to where I can see anything coming through the whisk doors. My candles are glowing; I’ve had a good meal of canned turnip greens, corn, bread pudding and some stale bread. Eventually, except for canned goods, all meat, bread and pastries at the Starbucks will not be safe to eat. I will have to consider starting a garden soon back home. First, I have to check out this entire city, especially the CDC. Maybe I can find out something there. But even if evidence is staring me straight in the eye, will I even recognize it? I am not a scientist…sound of glass breaking again. I have to go check this out.
7:46PM
Dear Diary
I walked all the way down Andrew Young Parkway to the Centennial Park. It was not completely dark since there is a half moon tonight. But I thought I saw something move near the memorial for the Olympic bombing that took place back in 1996. I yelled, and no response. So, I very cautiously walked toward that area. I am still shaking…But I could see nothing. I know I saw something…or thought I saw something. It is difficult for me to know reality from hallucination. I think I am hallucinating out of the confusion and fear I've been experiencing since The Event took place. If someone did walk up to me, would I be able to realize in time that it is a real, live human being? Would I pull the trigger on this .38 before it is too late? This scares me as much as the thought of never finding anyone in this city. I’m not sure how much more of this I can take.
10:07PM
Dear Diary
The sight on I-85 coming into Atlanta was a nightmare straight out of hell. I don’t know what could have caused so many cars to literally smash each other. Practically every car for at least five miles was involved in the worst massive pileup of cars I have ever seen or heard about. And, as is par for the course, not a trace, nada, no inkling of a human being. Nothing. It was as if they were plucked from their vehicle and that was that. This was not ordinary Atlanta traffic, which I’ve experienced before, it was something else. What that something else could be I just don’t know right now. Hell, I’m just fooling myself, I may never know what has happened to so many people. Going to the CDC is just a shot in the dark for me. If there was anybody in this city, surely they would have heard my motorcycle as I came into the city. I even fired a couple of shots into the air this morning. No response. I’m not sure what course of action to take next, I’m at a loss of what direction my search should take.
Regardless of my doubts, I will go to the CDC in the morning. I will check out Emory University, Hartsfield-Atlanta International Airport, Turner Field, where my beloved Atlanta Braves played…or did play at one time. I’ll check as many buildings as I deem necessary. But I’m not going to spend over two nights here. I am contemplating a drive to Nashville, TN before I head back home. I am homesick now. Even in this strange, Godforsaken world that I now find myself an integral part of, I miss being home. After I get home, I will take stock of my plight. Then I will decide if I want to go west and see if I can find anything in Texas, Arizona, and on to California. But that is further down the road. Right now, I have to get some sleep. I am weary of this all. It’s only been 8 or 9 days since this world disorder first took place. But dear God, it seems so much longer. How can I take it if this stretches into weeks, months or years? How can I survive? Why would I even want to survive any longer? I find myself crying for no apparent reason. I find myself angry for no apparent reason. And it’s only been just over a week. Time for sleep.
11:38PM
Dear Diary
Again, for about the third or fourth time today, the sound of glass breaking. I don’t even care any longer. Whatever the hell it is, if it wants me, it can come get me. But I’ll keep my rifle and .38 ready anyway. I won’t go down without a fight. To hell with this…I’m going back to sleep.
Alone on Earth – Entry #11
November 26, 2016
Dear Diary
3:17AM
I can’t sleep. I keep thinking I hear glass breaking again. I’ll doze off, think I hear it again, and then I’m wide awake. The wind is blowing quite a bit outside, I can tell that by all the debris being swept down the street in front of this building. I have a splitting headache and I know why: I have not been using my CPAP for my sleep apnea since The Event took place. There is nothing I can do about that. I am sure my blood pressure is high. I have been taking my BP medication, but am running low once again. I may have to cancel that trip to Nashville and go back to Mobile. I have searched several drugstores here for the specific medication I need: Univasc 15MG and Lopressor, which I take twice a day. Could not find either in the drugstores. I am running low on both. I hear thunder now. It appears I will have to go looking for rainwear in the morning. I am not driving this motorcycle in the rain, can’t take that chance. I’m going to try and sleep again.
Dear Diary
8:33AM
I finally slept a little after waking up about 3AM. It is a slow steady rain outside. I think this is the first rain since The Event of November 16-17. I have not eaten breakfast as yet. I can’t start a fire with the rain outside, and am scared to try and start a fire here in the Dome. Not that I care if the whole thing catches on fire. It is the fumes from the fire that scare me. There is a mini shopping mall in the Olympic Center, let me look for a raincoat there. I’ll also be on the lookout for a disposable grill.
Dear Diary
11:42AM
I found a raincoat at Kohl’s in the mini-mall and a disposable grill at the drugstore next to it. I looked for my specific BP medicine in the pharmacy, but could not find it. I’m not sure they mark it the way it is labeled. At my drugstore back home, it was labeled exactly as is shown on my medicine bottles. In Kohl’s, I found something a bit unusual; crucifixes with Jesus on the cross were spread out from the Jewelry Department to Women’s clothing. That would be a joke if circumstances were different. Something had these people scared. I first got this idea in Montgomery, AL. All those cars and trucks packed so tightly could mean only one thing: Something had threatened all these people. Something scared these people in Kohl’s. I’m at a loss for words as to what it could be. Something or someone affected people so badly they resorted to religious symbols as a last resort to shield them from…whatever it was. Again, no trace of anyone or anything.
Dear Diary
1:58PM
It has finally stopped raining. I ate a brunch of canned sweet potato casserole (damn that was good), sardines, corn, green peas and bread pudding. I washed it down with three cans of warm beer. I am going to go to the CDC after I have had my afternoon constitutional in the nearby restroom. I dread what I am going to find. So far, no sign of any human being in the entire city. I won’t stop looking.
Dear Diary
4:17PM
I am at the CDC on Clifton Rd. in Atlanta. The doors inside the Center were barricaded shut. This is all the proof I need to
