Chapter One:
Carl:
Location:
Atlanta, Georgia
Diary Entry:
Carl
Day One
My life has been
turned upside down. When I woke up, everything was gone. My house was crushed by
the sand. The internet dropped while I was playing on my Dreamcast last night. I
have no way to contact my friends either.
I don’t know how
this happened. Last week was my birthday. I had just turned twenty-one. I
finally could drink. My friends and I lived it up that weekend. That was the
first time I had drank so much. I ended up puking on the sidewalk outside of the
last bar of the night and passing out in my vomit. I’m sure my friends took a
lot pictures. I half-jokingly swore revenge on those bastards.
Now, I don’t
know what happened to my friends. I did manage to get what I could from the
ruin. My parents went on vacation for New Year’s Eve. Are they okay? The last
time I heard from them was from dad yesterday morning. Everything sounded fine.
But now…
When I woke up,
I thought I was in a strange dream. The phone lines were dead and the power was
out. It looked like I wasn’t the only one. Most of my neighbors were gone and
the road was covered in sand. Where did this sand even come from? I live in the
suburbs, in Georgia. Did my neighborhood just get picked up and dropped in the
desert or something? I am not sure since I saw dead trees standing in the sand.
Trees in the sand. I heard about all that Y2K stuff, but I doubt that sand would
be involved.
When I walked
out of my house, it felt so creepy. There were no cars or people in sight. I
couldn’t even hear any birds in the sky. Even the said sky looked so empty—no
sun or clouds in sight. The strangest thing was that it felt so cold outside. I
pulled my hood over my head and looked around. The houses on my street just
disappeared like mine.
As I walked down
the street, it looked like the apocalypse came and went. Just last night, my
neighbors were wishing each other a happy new year. I began to remember little
thing about that night. I ordered pizza—extra cheese, mushroom, and sausage. My
it was good. Too bad, it might not be there anymore. Probably wouldn’t be any
good with sand on it. I looked up and the sky thinking, what now?
I can’t call
anyone and I don’t know if anybody I know is still alive. Suddenly, I heard like
this dog barking. I turned around and saw my dog, Toby running towards me.
“Toby!” I
shouted. I gave that old boy a pat on the head. He patted as I scratched him
behind the ear. I didn’t know how he survived, but I was happy to see him.
“Where have you
been, man?” I asked. “Hm?” Toby lay on his back, wanting me to scratch his
belly.
“Come on,” I
said. “We don’t have time for that, pal. We have to figure out what’s going on
here.” Toby whimpered at me as he lifted his head. I sighed and dropped my
shoulders.
“Alright,” I
said. I scratched that spoiled dog on the stomach for a good three minutes. When
he finally rose to his feet, I got my mind back on track on the problem at head.
I didn’t know why I did this, to be honest with you. But I began yelling out for
anybody.
“Hello?” I
shouted as loud as I could. “Is anybody here? Hello?”
“I’m here!”
someone yelled back. I jumped back when I heard that.
“Where are you?”
I asked. “Throw something if you can see me!” A hard plastic square hit my feet.
I picked it up and discovered it was a black compact mirror.
“Good!” I
shouted. “Come out and show yourself.” A small girl with blonde hair poked her
head out from behind a tree. I squinted and tilted my head. My eyes grew big as
I covered my mouth and gasped.
“Ashley?” I asked. “When did you get back from New York?”