with this. I plan on going into Atlanta if I get to be feeling better. Right now, I’m so weak. I don’t think I could push off that big Honda Gold Wing bike. If only I could find a car with a battery that would work. I bet I have tried starting 25-30 cars in this town. None work, of course. I think I am going to pay a visit to the Lagrange Police Department, just down from the drugstore. Maybe I can find some answers there. That is, if I can make it.
11:12AM
Dear Diary
I am sitting behind the front desk in the main lobby of the police department. Some curious things here. At least 12 shotguns are on the floor in front of the front desk. It is as if they were all dropped at once. Police WVPs are all over the floor as well. Again, it is as if they were dropped right there. That is their primary source of communication. Why would a policeman drop his WVP on the floor? All the jail cells are locked, but no inmates to be found. I found one note scribbled on the Desk Sergeant’s notepad…”Code Blue the entire city. Mayor and councilmen out only at this time. Stop all others with signal 1 force if necessary. Check in with Precinct every 15 minutes. No exceptions.” This only reinforces what I saw yesterday. Police cruisers were lined up abreast the exits from the city to stop cars from leaving. Was Martial Law enacted? This gives the government broad powers, I think the U.S. Bill of Rights is suspended if Martial Law is enacted. But why? I saw nothing like this back in Mobile or Montgomery. The only difference is that cars on I-85 in Montgomery were packed tight as if they were trying to get out and drive toward Atlanta. I’m even more confused now. Time to go back to the church and rest. I’m not going to make it to Atlanta today.
4:45PM
Dear Diary
I was too sick to eat, but I have to eat something. I am going to heat up some Campbell’s Chicken Soup. I have found some crackers at the drugstore. I wish I could find one of those disposable grills. I looked in the drugstore, but there were none. I’m just too sick to go look at the Wal-Mart right now. I will start up a fire with some sticks I found, light it with a Zippo lighter, and heat this soup up. I hope I can hold this soup down. This is a nice little town, but I am ready to leave. I need to end this entry. I have to go take care of business in another toilet in this church.
7:12PM
Dear Diary
I heard someone or something call my name. At first, I thought I was hearing things. But I heard “David…David” distinctly. I was so shocked, so startled that I dropped my candle. I was shaking so terribly that I could not relight it. I am shaking uncontrollably as I write this…did I really hear someone call my name? Am I losing my mind now? I was afraid to even relight the candle, but I feel safer with two candles lit now. I feel faint; that may be due to both stomach sickness and this “voice” that called out my name. I have known fear in my life, but this is a fear like I have never known before. I have to believe that I am hearing things. It is not something supernatural that has caused this cataclysmic event. I refuse to believe that. I also refuse to believe that a “ghost” called my name. This is all in my head. I must fight this. I have to maintain my sanity. I must continue to fight against the paralyzing fear that is trying to take hold of my life. I must persevere. I will NOT go gently into that good night! Ok, enough melodrama. I pray to God I don’t “hear” anything else tonight.
10:20PM
Dear Diary
No more “voices” at this time. That really shook me up. I’m getting out of here in the morning. I did not expect to be scared in this church, but I am. I shouldn’t be that way. I sleep every night with my Bible in my sleeping bag. I feel secure with it. My mother gave it to me on Christmas Day in 1990. It is starting to fall apart, but I feel safe with it. I don’t expect people to understand that, but I do not believe God has forsaken me. What is all this about? Why has every human being, animal and insect disappeared, at least between Mobile and Lagrange, GA? I don’t know. I believe I will start to find some answers in Atlanta. I have no reason to think that. It may be that there are no answers to my questions in Atlanta. But I have hope. I have faith. I believe there is a reason I am still on this earth. What that reason is I do not yet know. But there is a reason. It would have been very easy for me to just stay home and wait things out, but I could not do that. That is not me.
All my life, I felt there was a purpose that I had not yet fulfilled. I felt there was something missing, a specific reason why I was born into this world. I think I understand now why I felt that way. I feel as if I have the fate of the human race in my hands. I have to stand and represent every human being who has ever stood up, lived, loved, cried and died. I will not shirk from this responsibility. I will continue. With God’s help, I know I will find the answers to the questions that need to be answered. I must not fail. I will not fail.
Alone on Earth – Entry #10
November 25, 2016
6:14AM
Dear Diary
I have been up since 5:30 this morning. I have once again loaded up the Honda Gold Wing, which is filled up with gas from one of the many cars here in Lagrange. I have about a 70 mile drive to Atlanta. Ordinarily, that would take just slightly over an hour, but I’m sure it’s going to take much longer than that due to the thousands of cars abandoned on I-85. I feel much better this morning after puking and duking yesterday. I can’t afford to take any more chances as I did with those wieners. I have to learn that I’ve got to give up meat now, I have no choice. It is a beautiful day today…sun is shining, blue sky, slight breeze. It’s about 40-45 degrees, so it’s going to be a cold ride to Atlanta. Really, the only thing missing to make this a perfect day would be to hear birds singing. It would be even better if there were people for me to talk to. I will probably make my next entry around lunch. I figure it will take about two or three hours to get there due to the vehicles on I-85. Time to go.
1:05PM
Dear Diary
Desolation. Complete, utter desolation is the only way I can describe this once thriving, booming city. Wind is whistling through the massive skyscrapers making an eerie, haunting noise that I simply can’t describe. I am sitting in front of the aged Georgia Dome, eating canned beef stew, crackers and some slim jims for dessert. I think they are OK since they are tightly wrapped and air tight. I am drinking some warm beer on this cool day in front of the dome. First beer I have drunk in about 20 years or more. In fact, I may just drink the entire six-pack. Before I forget…the number of cars on I-85 were something out of a horror movie. I may write more about that later. Right now, I’m trying to forget that scene. I have been to Centennial Park...the Georgia Aquarium…all created for use during the 1996 Summer Olympics, I think. I have yet to make it to the CDC on Clifton Dr. I remember it as being near Emory University. I’m going to be here for at least a couple of days, I’m in no hurry. I’m going to wrap up in my sleeping bag and try to sleep a little.
5:11PM
Dear Diary
I got about two hours of sleep, which was interrupted by the sound of glass breaking. I have no idea about what direction it came from, since everything here echoes. It could have been one of the skyscrapers losing a pane of a window. It was loud. I’m getting that old feeling again of being watched. I have to say I am disappointed with what I've found thus far. I expected to find some people here. I thought that way since all the traffic tie up on I-85 was headed toward Atlanta, as if it were a safe haven of some sort. I still don’t know what scared so many people. With the constant blackouts on the 16th, I lost a lot of important information. Or the information was not passed along. I remember
