In the year 2025, the world was reorganizing from a viral outbreak which occured in the spring of 2011. Among the ruins, an account of the first few years was found, recorded mostly in ink on paper and digital photos stored on scan-disks. This is that story.
This story contains nineteen journal entries. The concept is interesting. A future-flashback. Here's a taste of the first three entries. Each is a live link to the rest of the entry.
May 14, 2011
In the late hours of a Thursday morning, the world was overcome by the quiet darkness that had concealed itself for so many decades. Though, concealed does not accurately describe it, for that would imply that the darkness had a mind and actions its own and chose to stay hidden. It was we that chose, instead, to hide from it.
May 18, 2011
It didn’t take as long as I expected for the first of the refugees to reach us. They were content to sit along the I-10 corridor, at first. A few trickled down I-95 to hunker down with family or friends. Most are simply just wandering aimlessly and a great many of them lack the basic mental function to handle it.
May 21, 2011
We were watching the evening news after dinner. Something wasn’t right. The usual methodical news-speak the anchors talk in that drives me crazy was displaced by a trembling and uneasy quiver. The entirety of it seemed to be a parody done by nervous freshman on their first day of Improv class.