Where I Once Called 'Home'

June 26th 2067

POVO: Hail M.

(Entry 2)

I actually have been sleeping quite well as of late. It's been quite... like really quiet. No footsteps, no laughter, no singing... no nothing. In fact, the guard hasn't even come by lately. I wonder, did they forget about me? I suppose it doesn't matter... does it? I don't mind being alone... after all I have my notebook, and pencils... and... Oh! Blair, honey... remember your old friend? Marine, I believe you called her. Rune and I always told you she wasn't real... that she was imaginary. I don't expect you to remember her; you were very little at the time.

Regardless... she came to visit me now! And boy were you right! She's beautiful! With her long, vantablack hair... her pale, porcelain skin... her tall, slim figure... even her eyes... even though they're black as coal, they shine like stars in the night sky.

She doesn't talk though... in fact, she doesn't make sound at all. Even as she moves, it remains completely silent... so much, in fact, that it can be almost deafening at times. I'm sorry to cut this so short... but Marine is getting sad that I'm ignoring her. I'll write later. Promise!!

Sunday, June 26th 2067  - 14:36:03

POVO: The Guard

(Entry 1)

Hail's a special case... When the government gathered up those who they deemed "worthy" of continuing humanity, they were grabbed by mistake. The Moongrove family, the Gante family, as well as a few others were not supposed to be taken along. Though, in the Moongrove's case, not only were they deemed "unworthy", they also have a long history with various disorders. Mental, and physical. Don't get me wrong, there are other people aboard the space station with disorders, and disabilities too... It's just... they were deemed "worthy"... I'd love to explain how the governments decided who was, and wasn't worthy, but I don't know.

Anyway... Hail seemed to be doing pretty well, for the first week or so that they were 'in holding'... but then they started clawing at the walls, and talking about other people being nearby. Talking, singing, screaming, fighting... really any form of making noise, they had said they were hearing. I kept telling them that they were the last one in this part of the ship, but they wouldn't listen. What's strange about them though, is they didn't start complaining about voices and such, until the day after everyone left.

I've been checking on them a few times a day, and each time they seem more and more... out of it. Like not noticing when I bring them food, or try talking to them. They seem to be slowly going more insane. They still write, on occasion, but they've become as silent as a feather falling from a few feet off the ground. Not even the sound of their pencil moving across the paper can be heard. 

    *Note for future generations* This is a digital log about the space ship, and how it is being run; as well as Hail Moongrove, and their behaviour as it changes over time... If it changes further.

The time stamp, and date are from the time it was last edited.

POVO: Rune G.

(Entry 2)

I haven't moved yet, so this piece of paper will be with the other one. I am planning on leaving once I write this.

I was getting ready to depart, and look for the hospital on Earth's new form; when it occurred to me that if Blair were to still be here, she'd more than likely do one of three things.

One - Stay where she is, it should be the house. She didn't know her way around that well before this all happened, and she rather enjoyed spending her time alone, in her room.

Two - She'll go to the Mall. As much as she likes to be alone in her room, she never really liked how pink, and Disney princess like it was. Plus, the Mall would have more food, and a generator.

Three - The Library. Blair always did like to read. Hail, and I would get her fictional novels so she could read as much as she liked; though she'd always find some way to learn more about the past, than what's taught in schools. No matter how much we tried to shelter her. In fact, the only thing we really managed to 'shelter' her from, was life skills.

I think I'm going to check those three places on my way to the hospital. Once I get my bearings, of course. After all, if Blair is still on Earth, it might not be the best idea to leave her alone for too long.

I know that Hail might also still be here, but they can take care of themself. At least for now... if Blair is still here, I need to find her; now.

I've packed a small bag with things I found lying around... wherever I am. It seems like it was supposed to be a bomb shelter, only it's above ground. Usually bomb shelters are built beneath the surface. Although, again, the surface seems to have changed its shape; so it's hard to say.

Anyway... I have a pocket knife, food, water, and a compass. Though, I'm really not sure how much help that's going to be now.

My next note will likely be pinned to a tree, and far shorter than this... I'm off.

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