Chapter Six: Peter II:

Location: Bath, England

Diary Entry: Peter

Day Twenty

Over the course of these last few days, I became a leader. We still have no answers as to how this all happened. Personally, I am sick of seeing all of this sand. I am in decent shape, but it’s hurting my feet by this point. I’m not the only one either.

I asked a mate of mine, (he’s not really a mate, we just ended up like this on journey), what it bad that I forgot what my flat looked like. He told me no. This mate is still looking for his girlfriend. I doubt that she’s still alive at this point. I assume that most of the people got trapped in the sand and died. To tell the truth, I always find myself surprised when more people pop up from the sand alive. Just this week, my group and I found six people in the sand. So say that we should just leave them while others want to take them in. I ended up being the one making the final decision.

I used to have a desk job at the police force. I only became a bobby because I came from a family of them. My dad and my granddad were all police officers. I’m not a physical guy. I used to be what you called a nerd. My dad tried to get me into sports, but I was terrible. My mum had to intervene until high school. Dad pushed me to join the police academy during my seventh form. This time, Mum couldn’t stop him. I doubt that he would know what to do with a situation like this.

We have to move out again in the morning. That’s all we can do to keep from going mad. Though, I can’t understand the point. It’s just sand no matter where they go. There was rumors about people trying to go to the sea. I personally don’t get it. How can they even be sure that the sea is still there? Still, it sounds better than wandering around aimlessly in this sandy shiteland. I haven’t decided if we should go to the sea or night. Most my group is just as uncertain as I am.

There’s one thing that hasn’t changed—the sky. I look up every day and it is still there. Day after day, yep. The sky is still there. Yesterday, the sky was still there. Today, the sky is still there. Tomorrow, the sky will still be there. I doubt it will change as long as we keep moving in this sandy shitehole.

We’re running out of food again. I think we ate up everything fresh as fast as we found it. One thing I could be grateful with this hell is that I am learning how to cook. Before, my idea of cooking was stick it in a microwave and I was done. Now, that’s not much of a choice anymore. There’s bird named Rebecca in our group. She used to be a chef before this world went to shite. She and this other bird, Megan, have been teaching us how to cook. Some of us suck, but a handful are doing it well. I am getting better. We don’t exactly get gourmet meals, but at least we are eating something. Water is another matter. That in itself could use a little more work. We basically are learning how to survive in this shitehole until we figure out what the hell we are doing next.

Still, we have to keep going tomorrow. Hey, there isn’t much else to do at this point. Might as well keep walking.