Journals found after the fur flies

[Wulf]

So I got bored and thought. Wouldn't it be neat to make a collective recollection of a world lost to animals? A survivor wandering the said world, finding the final writings of the victims. Care to play victim?

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I never was the kind of person who actually wrote things. But I am short on things to do. And well I don't really expect this will be found.

A long time back. Never was one to keep up with time either so yeah, we will stick with "a long time back." Something just went wrong in natures wiring. All the animals... they just went primal or something. House dogs turned on anything around them, birds fell from the skies in a rain of claws and beaks, and the cats.. They were everywhere. The woodland creatures. Stampeding, stomping deer, coyotes, the wolves.. The rats..

We all did what we could to defend ourselves. There was just to many. Its as if nature turned every living thing mad... and forgot human.. The last thing I saw before my retreat here, was a large buck coming at me, a german shepard impaled on one of its horns dragging the beasts head to the ground. The deer didn't even seem to notice. Dragging the dog and horn , still intent to gore me along with its' other prize..

Now here I sit alone in this bunker, sealed in the earth with no food left, very little water.

 

[Moderator]

[Mod's note: I debated about where/whether to leave this here as it does involve writing samples but will consider this in the same way as the Halloween story since it is a collective writing exercise and not any one person's submission of fiction writing which would be an issue with the policy of not allowing those to be posted on the site.]

 

[Wulf]

( Much Obliged)

 

[GNTLGNT]

....scritch, scritch, scritch....Oh my God! If that sound doesn't stop, I will surely go nuts!!!....No, can't even think that word "nuts"...they'll sense it and go berserk....can they REALLY gnaw through THAT much wood and into my mind?....little bastards!!!...cute fuzzy little tail flicking rodents with hearts of sin and hunger...to think I fed them from my feeders and now the feeder has become the feed......squirrels....they are Legion!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!....

 

[TarkDower]

I never was the kind of person who actually wrote things. But I am short on things to do. And well I don't really expect this will be found.

A long time back. Never was one to keep up with time either so yeah, we will stick with "a long time back." Something just went wrong in natures wiring. All the animals... they just went primal or something. House dogs turned on anything around them, birds fell from the skies in a rain of claws and beaks, and the cats.. They were everywhere. The woodland creatures. Stampeding, stomping deer, coyotes, the wolves.. The rats..

We all did what we could to defend ourselves. There was just to many. Its as if nature turned every living thing mad... and forgot human.. The last thing I saw before my retreat here, was a large buck coming at me, a german shepard impaled on one of its horns dragging the beasts head to the ground. The deer didn't even seem to notice. Dragging the dog and horn , still intent to gore me along with its' other prize..

Now here I sit alone in this bunker, sealed in the earth with no food left, very little water.

....scritch, scritch, scritch....Oh my God! If that sound doesn't stop, I will surely go nuts!!!....No, can't even think that word "nuts"...they'll sense it and go berserk....can they REALLY gnaw through THAT much wood and into my mind?....little bastards!!!...cute fuzzy little tail flicking rodents with hearts of sin and hunger...to think I fed them from my feeders and now the feeder has become the feed......squirrels....they are Legion!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!....

I left.

I had to. I was going insane from sounds real and imagined... imagined, mostly, I know now. I expected instant death, slow death, at the very least a gory death. What I found instead was... plants. The grass I left months ago is taller, but the trees are the same as far as I can tell. There are gouges in the bunker door, a few large but most small. Because of these telltale markings I know now that insanity didn't strike for a long while, but it has been a long while since these marks were made. I realize with a shudder that a very small amount of what I had heard underground was real, and that the scratchings that finally drove me above ground were sounds that only existed inside my skull. Ironically, I am proud that my mind gave before it broke, that courage floundered in a sea of panic that eventually crashed through the door of my self-imposed prison. Only, now that I'm out, I hear the sounds that most terrified me when I was most secure; the world has not changed since my departure, my retreat, it has only temporarily found more active prey. I fear that courage is now the only force pushing against the fate from which panic saved me... and my courage is no stronger than the day it failed at the sight of a dog determined to impale me on it's rotted innards...

Nothing has changed. They are legion.

I expect there are none left to find this, there were none left to find this when I first scritched the first damn words on this damn [end of entry]