The Journal of Dave (Our Horrible Planet Book 1)
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-- Dave + Emily.
03 - 10 - 2019
7:33 PM
The ringing is deafening now why are you doing this. I can't even hear the rain anymore. It's hard for me to move my body, even writing this is painful. I hope I can make it.
If the people following me are saying anything I wouldn't even be able to hear it over the constant ringing, the only thing I can make out is a quiet female voice, but I don't know what she's saying. It's too soft, like a whisper, a dying breath.
The museum is just up ahead, I'm so close. I can make out movement in the windows, someone must be in there. I bet it's her. I'm shaking. I thought I wasn't scared but the closer I get the more scared I am.
-- Dave + Emily.
03 - 10 - 2019
7:53 PM
The voice. I can barely hear it. It sounds like it's trying to tell me something. I can't hear it, though. It's louder than all the other voices now. The ringing is louder, though. I need to focus. I can't let it distract me, not now.
I can feel eyes on me, they're watching me through the fog and rain. I don't think they're going to stop me. They just want to watch, see how it all plays out. I know they can stop me, and so do they. Maybe they just don't want to. Maybe she hurt them too.
I tried the door already, but it's locked. I tried knocking but she wouldn't answer it. She must know that her plan failed, that I knew what she was going to do. She must know what I plan to do. I won't let a locked door stop me, just like she didn't let my doors stop her.
I can see her silhouette through the window, I know she's unarmed. She won't be able to defend herself, and she's too weak to overpower me. I may be poisoned but she's scrawny, malnourished. She used up what little energy she had running back here. She knows I'm here, she's hoping I'll think she left and go elsewhere. I won't. I've come too far to turn back please turn back.
-- Dave + Emily.
03 - 10 - 2019
8:02 PM
I can hear the voice now. I know what it said.
I'm standing over her corpse, shattered glass all around it. The rain is blowing in from where the window used to be, but the blood is too thick to be washed away. My blood is thin now, the poison is about to join me with this woman I ended.
I threw a rock through the glass, I could barely hear her scream over the combined noise of the shattering and the ringing. I fired a round into her leg before she could run again, and she let out another wail. I hit her in the face with the butt of my gun to silence her.
She began crying, began asking why I did this, what I wanted. This only made me angry, as if she didn't know why I was here, didn't know what she did. I fired another round into her leg as punishment for her asking this. She screamed again, which warranted another hit to face.
I called her a bitch as she laid crying at my feet. I yelled at her, asking why she did this to me, why she would put me through all of this. She acted like she didn't know what she did. She said she's never even seen me before, said I was the only other person she's seen for three years.
My head began throbbing, I couldn't understand why she was lying so much. I'm dying, the least she could do before I die from the poison is tell me the truth. I yelled, calling her a liar and shot her in the shoulder. She screamed again, the pain from her scream was too much.
I put my gun to her forehead. She begged, asked me to not do this, tears streaming down her face. I didn't listen. I pulled the trigger, and the voices gasped in unison. Suddenly, everything was quiet.
Her pale, lifeless body is laying next to me. I can't move anymore. We will both die in the same spot, the last two humans, the Adam and Eve of the apocalypse. I finally know what that voice was saying now. It was the same voice I heard when it all this began. It was Emily, and she was trying to warn me. I think she knew what was going to happen all along.
She only said one word. She said stop.
I'm sorry, Emily.
-- Dave