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A Beginning in the End pt. 22

Logan                                                                                                                  2020/1/16

There is another human being downstairs. It is the one thing that I have not dared to hope for. I did not even think it was possible that even if there was another survivor that I could find them in this giant world. The chances were so low that I had not dared to hope that I would ever find someone.

Her name is Arabella and I must say I am impressed. She does not look like much at first but she has survived this long which speaks volumes about the kind of person she is. She is beat up from years of hard living but she is still quite beautiful. She must be resourceful and talented as well to have lived this long.

I cannot remember the last time I felt so peacefully content as I do right now. I actually feel a bit of happiness. Just to hear another voice is such an amazing thing that I am nearly in a state of shock.

And yet despite how God has decided to bless me today I am on edge about this place after the story that Arabella told me today. Something is missing from the story and it makes me slightly nervous. I am determined not to worry about it tonight. I’m going to take this night to rest and have a bit more peace before I work to solve this mystery.

I am simply happy to have another human being in near proximity once more. I do not know if it will last but I am going to rest in it while I can. I do not have to talk to the air for a short time and that is all I could ask for. I am not alone.


Arabella made breakfast this morning. I woke up to food spread out on a kitchen table and a cheerful, albeit slightly nervous, face there to greet me. I can not help but feel that I do not deserve this little bit of happiness in my life, not after what I have done.

“Good morning,” I managed to greet the girl. I spoke first again as I had yesterday. Arabella seemed a bit uncertain and wary still and I do not blame her in the least.

“Good morning,” she returned in a guarded voice. It is oddly satisfying in my opinion that she does not seem to completely trust me yet. She would be an idiot to do so. And yet, by the end of breakfast we were chatting amiably as though we were old friends.

We seem to automatically trust each other on some level. I believe it is because we would not want to do anything else. As possibly the only to humans left alive we both assume that the other is not going to pull any underhanded tricks. Neither of us wants to be alone, that certain, and we both know it.

I have taken quite a liking to this girl. I have just met her and already I trust her with my whole soul. I can tell that she is kind, gentle, and as innocent as one can be in this world. I want to get to know her and providing that we both survive I feel sure that I will.

I feel a strange desire to tell her all about myself but first I will look into that troublesome town barricade. Something is odd here and I am determined to find out what it is. I sense that is is important though I cannot as yet say why .





A Beginning in the End pt. 20

Arabella                                                                                                            2020/1/15

I decided I needed to do something today. I can’t just do nothing all of the time. I can’t become complacent or I will inevitably die though it may take longer here than out there. The thing is that I’m not really sure what to do.

I have the feeling that I am here for a reason, that I have to stay here until I figure out what that is. I feel as if I have landed in a sort of strange stasis. I am in a bubble here, a surreal sphere containing me in illusionary safety.

I wandered out into the town today, savoring the air and sunshine. The dead moaned outside but I couldn’t hear them within the barricaded town. The smell of rotting flesh has mostly cleared from my senses. I don’t think the smell will ever vanish entirely because of how rooted in memory it is but – hold on. I see something across the square. What in the world?!

Logan                                                                                                                2020/1/15

I can’t believe it. It can’t be, not after everything that’s happened to me and the long years of near hopelessness. I saw something today that I can’t believe no matter how much I want it to be real.

I moved out into the town today, exploring the strange and surreal environment. As I entered the square I saw something that at first I assumed was just my tired imagination and wishful thinking. There appeared to be a young woman standing on the other side. She didn’t notice me at first and I found myself helplessly staring in disbelief.

She had sun-bleached blond hair, was about average height and her build was all lean muscle. Her clothes were bedraggled but appeared clean and her overall appearance was well kept considering the world she was forced to inhabit.

I just stared not believing that I could actually be looking at another living human being. She didn’t notice me at first. She seemed lost in her thoughts, staring at the silent town surrounding us both.

In a moment she caught sight of me. Her eyes grew wider than I had ever seen a person’s go. She just stared at me for one long instant, her eyes startled and afraid. Suddenly she turned and ran, fleeing back into the town. I instinctively took off after her but she was too fast for me and I lost her in the maze of residential homes and streets.

I went back to my house feeling like I was, and still am, in a dream. I wonder if I actually saw her or if maybe I am finally losing it completely. I want to go search for her but I am held back by the fear that she is not real. I feel as though I won’t be able to go on if I find out that she isn’t anything more than a figment of my imagination.

Tomorrow I’ll go back to the square in the hopes of seeing her again. For now I do not have the courage to know if what I saw was the truth or my crazed psyche.



A Beginning in the End pt.19

Arabella                                                                                   2020/1/13

I did nothing today. For once I found myself with the opportunity to do absolutely nothing whatsoever. I lay abed until almost noon, dozing on and off in the sunlight. I had so many dreams in those hours. Mostly they were about finding a companion. I feel the loneliness more poignantly than ever these days.

My heart aches and my soul yearns for another human heart to connect with. My ears seem to be failing from lack of use and part of me wonders if I would even recognize another human voice were I to hear one. I can barely remember what a human voice sounds like. My memory is fading.

I’m not sure I could believe another person was real even if I did meet one. What would I say, would it be an illusion, a hallucination? How could I even begin to accept that another human was real?

Logan                                                                                          2020/1/14

I found something today, something odd and yet very exciting. I’ve never seen anything like it before, a town silent and still fully barricaded. No sound comes from within and there are very few monsters about. The barricade appears unbroken but I won’t attempt to breach it tonight. I’ll wait until the morning with the dawn to see what is behind those abandoned defenses.

I feel that something is coming, that something is about to happen but I don’t know what exactly. All I know is that my whole body is tingling in anticipation of an unknown event. Something is going to happen though whether good or bad I can only wait and find out.

I found this outlying farmhouse and slew the monsters within. There are still some provisions here, enough to tide me over for a short time. That town intrigues me and it looks like the most likely place for peace that I have seen since the world fell to pieces. I feel drawn there as I haven’t been drawn to a place in years. For the first time in ages I look forward to tomorrow.


The barricade is unbroken as I suspected. I scaled it and found myself looking out on an empty town. It looked untouched by the dead, almost as perfect as the day when the world fell. Nothing was broken and aside from weather wear and the pile of burned ashes in the square it looks preserved.

I knew before I even dropped into the street that there are no dead in this place. It is empty of the monsters but there is no sign of violence. No blood spatters the houses and no bodies lie in the street. There is a peace about this place, a strange piece. The moans can’t be heard in here and the smell is almost entirely absent. It is quiet and almost like a piece of the world broken off from the rest of the universe and held apart.

I found a house here to stay in for the night. The place has been stocked for at least several years. They obviously planned to hold out for as long as possible. I wonder what happened to them in the end? It appears that the people here were very well prepared. I want to know what happened that they are no longer here.

I’ll explore the town tomorrow but for now I feel safer here than I have felt in years. The barricade is strong, having held up for many years and the monsters appear to have lost interest. They apparently haven’t noticed my arrival. I feel oddly relieved and without my permission my guard has begun to fall.

None-the-less I forced myself to lock the doors and windows. I have taken all the necessary precautions and now I am going to sleep. I actually feel as though I can sleep tonight. My mind has not settled but it has stopped running. I am suddenly so very tired. I can barely keep my eyes open.

I feel much more peaceful here than I have felt in years but the loneliness suddenly feels so much stronger. It pierces my heart with a pang like no other. I have never felt the loneliness this acutely before. I am safer than I have been in an excruciatingly long time and I think that makes the isolation hurt that much more.

I thought that I was immune to these feelings by now. I thought that I was past all of this but I was wrong. I miss the company of other people more than ever in this place. I’m going to sleep where I will hopefully find relief from the pain.







A Beginning in the End pt.18

Logan                                                                                                  2020/1/12

The stars were beautiful last night. I never realized how wonderful they were until just this last night looking up at them for the first time in a long time. I saw then that there is still beauty in this world despite the darkness all around me. The light has not completely gone out of this world.

A spark of hope still lives in me whether or not I would like it to be there. It hurts so much that I wonder if it is worth it but I can’t get rid of it. It burns as the tiniest spark in my soul, waiting for something to fan it into a fully blazing fire.

I’ve traveled almost a hundred miles in the last three days. I just keep walking almost like I’m running away from something. I suppose I am but I mean something other than the monsters. It feels like I’m running away from some part of myself. I don’t know what yet but there are thoughts and feelings that I don’t wish to face.

I slaughtered almost fifty of the things today for no other reason than that I felt like it. I know I was reckless but I couldn’t help myself. There is such a rage in me lately that needs to be let out. It burns on the inside and makes me feel constantly restless.

I was covered in blood and gore by the end of the day. I washed everything, me and my belongings, in a clear little stream I came across. It’s odd but even though they aren’t people anymore, doing them in still gets to me somehow.

There is guilt on my heart but I am not sure if it is about bashing in the heads of corpses or simply because I gave in to my violent urges. I suppose it might be a combination of both although I know I have nothing to feel guilty about where the monsters are concerned. They aren’t human anymore.

I have established myself in a little roadside gas station for the night. It is not the most enviable place but for a man like me it does just fine. Most of the supplies here were taken in the initial panic and most of the stuff left has gone bad.

This place is another scene left in perfect condition to remind me of those days. I remember the congested highways and rampages of human feet all too well. Everyone was desperate to just reach someplace empty and far away from the big cities. They were desperate for a place to feel safe, a refuge or a haven.

I watched it all happen but I never felt part of it. I was different, I still am, a man watching from the outside. I was really just a boy back then but what does that matter?

I killed so many of those creatures that first couple of years. Most of the world’s population had changed sides so there were only too many of them. I couldn’t go anywhere without being forced do away with an uncountable number of the disgusting abominations. Those days are red with blood, anger, and fear in my memory. They are a blur for the most part. I can hardly remember what really happened back then.

Often times I dream in red. Tonight I do not want to go to sleep again. I don’t want to be locked away in my broken dreams. I don’t want to be trapped in the darkness and horror of my own memories anymore. If there was just one other person out there to talk to, to express my fears to another soul. I am so alone.




A Beginning in the End pt.17

Excerpts continued


Twelve people are dead now and more are dying. They aren’t going to the hospital because there is nothing the doctors can do. They still do not know what the illness is that plagues us.

I’m staying in my house and the living dead are remaining outside the gates. I just wish the moaning would stop.


It’s started. The boy down the street came back to “life” this morning. I don’t know how, nobody does, just that it is happening. There is talk that it was Oscar, that he had it and passed it on. The fact is that nobody knows how or why people are coming back from the dead.

I suspect we will all turn when we die no matter how we go. I don’t know how but I think we all have the plague although it doesn’t manifest until we die.

We are all done for. I know it is only a matter of time. They are going to burn the bodies in the middle of the square before the courthouse. I can smell the fire now and soon the stench of burning flesh will fill the air. I can’t take it anymore!


I am all that is left now. Everyone else is dead, burning to ashes in the square. I will be dead too soon but I don’t want to be one of those things beyond the barricade.

I feel myself growing weak. I have already caught the sickness to which everyone else fell. I can’t let myself become a danger to others. Someone may wish to use this town as a refuge one day. If I am a corpse here it will put them in danger. As I am dying I shall put myself on the fire as well, fall into it as I take my last breath and join my friends in an ashy grave.


I know what happened here now. What a horrible way to find out that the plague is in all of us.

I don’t know who actually wrote that diary, there is no name in the book. Whoever they were I wish I could have met them. It is only because of what they did that I have found shelter here for a short while. It is truly a God send on so many levels though I only wish that the writer of the journal was still alive and here to tell me the story him or herself. I am so very alone.


A Beginning in the End pt.16


Found Journal Excerpts Continued


They are everywhere now. They just stumble around out there, moaning and searching for something to devour. Their smell permanently fills your nose and I can hardly eat anymore. I am constantly sick with fear these days and the anxiety that our barricade won’t hold.

We know what those monsters are after now. There was a man out there yesterday running, ragged, and tired. He was heading for our gates with a horde of those things chasing him. Despite the risk to our own safety we were going to let him in but we were too late. I watched as he was ripped apart and consumed by those monsters while there was nothing I could do about it.

They devoured him with such ferocity and then seemed to look around for more with such obvious intensity that we can’t doubt what it is they want anymore. They want to us; they want human flesh.


We’ve been hiding in here for over two months now. We make no noise but I guess the things can smell us. They are aware of our presence now and wander about as if waiting for us to emerge although I don’t believe that they are smart enough for that.

I wonder if we can outlast them in the end. They are just corpses right? Eventually they ought to decay but I’m not counting on anything at this point. All we can do is wait and see what happens. I think most of us are just trying not to think about the future too much.


One of the children fell seriously ill today. They took him to the hospital and we’re all just hoping it isn’t contagious. The monsters are still lurking out there, moaning day and night.


The child has only gotten worse and the doctors are afraid that he is going to die. The only good news at the moment is that no body else has fallen ill yet. The rest of the town is still in at least decent health. We’re all just waiting and praying right now.


Oscar died this morning. Our town doctors still don’t know what happened but they are assuming it was an infection of some sort.

The town has grown even quieter if that is possible. A shadow of mourning has joined the one of fear that already overshadowed us. We are all weeping inside but we don’t dare let it show or make the slightest noise. We keep our dark and fearful silence.


Something is wrong, very wrong. There is some commotion over at the hospital and I assume it has to do with Oscar. There is a deep dread in my heart even though I don’t know why. Oscar always struck me as a bit odd but I liked him.

I’m upset that he’s dead but honestly I’m more concerned about what could be causing a stir now that he is dead.


I guess it was nothing after all. They were afraid he was going to reanimate but apparently nothing happened. He was buried yesterday or rather cremated since our graveyard is outside the barricade and full of the living dead.

I stood back in the crowd and watched him burn. It was somehow heartbreaking beyond anything I’d ever seen before although the world had fallen and millions of children were surely dead. Somehow here with Oscar burning it was suddenly so real that I could hardly handle it anymore.

Those moans were still ringing in my ears as they always do now but suddenly I could really hear them again. I turned and left the street, running to my house. The smell of burning flesh mixed with that of rotting. My stomach emptied itself without my permission and a sense of apprehensive dread deeper than any I had ever felt settled in my soul.


Today I woke up with a bad feeling that quickly revealed itself to be a warning. Several people have fallen ill with whatever Oscar had. Apparently the incubation period is unusual.

The doctors are working around the clock in an attempt to figure out what is going on. The whole town is in a near panic with a threat inside as well as the one constantly lurking outside.

We did so much to save ourselves from the outside danger and now an unforeseen agent of death has emerged from our midst. I suppose, as always, we can only wait and see what will happen to us. I pray constantly that we can just be allowed to live.









A Beginning in the End pt. 15


Excerpts from Found Journal Continued


We started the barricade today. The epidemic hasn’t reached us yet and I think we might still have some time. Even so you can feel fate closing in on us and there is no escape. We’ve already lost the T.V. and the internet is crawling. You can still make some calls but they are hardly going through anymore. Soon we shall be completely cut off from the outside world.


The barricade is almost finished and just in time. We saw the first of those things over the top of it today. I never could have imagined something like that. It was literally a walking corpse. It ambled along, jerking its limbs and moaning. I’ve never heard such a horrendous sound from any creature.

I don’t think I can do it justice with words and I’m not sure that I want to. It’s like living in a nightmare now whereas before it was just sort of surreal. I will admit that I am personally terrified.

No one knows exactly what is going on or when it might end. We are trapped here even though as yet we have only seen one of those things. We have enough food to last us several years if we ration correctly. Maybe we really can survive but will it be worth it?


It’s been quiet here for the last several days with no sign of the creatures. It feels like the calm before the storm. Everyone is quiet as if speaking will bring all of hell upon us. Maybe it would, who knows? All I know is that we are waiting for something and whatever it is, it is not good. It is just the opposite.


Several of those things passed by today. Nobody made a sound, everyone just listened to the unearthly moans and held their breath. I don’t know if the things can hear or smell or if we were just that good at hiding but they didn’t detect our presence. They moved on and left us alone. I wonder who they used to be?


I can hardly believe what I saw today. I can’t think how else to describe what I saw today. I can’t think how else to describe it except that a herd of those monsters cam through today. I was the most terrifying thing I could ever have imagined and then beyond, far beyond.

The smell! Just that was enough to make me vomit in the street. The stench of rotting flesh was everywhere in everything and it still lingers in the air. I refuse to count the number of times I have emptied my stomach  today. Sometimes it is by fear of the monsters that my stomach lurches and then it is by fear of the future itself that my insides turn.

Then there were the moans. You can’t even imagine them until you hear it for yourself. Their tongues don’t work anymore so it is different from the moan of a sick person or something like that. It is different and it is absolutely horrifying. I’m not even sure how to describe it. It’s not something that I had ever heard the lie of back before all of this began.

I can still hear the sound echoing through my brain, pounding in my memory. What could do that to a body, bring it back to life like that? What kind of unforeseen horror has descended upon this world?