Strange Aftermath

Solitude Diary

The year 2024

So we arrived in Paris finally after a debating burst out about whether we will survive the travel. I almost killed a few men for speaking before me and slowly trying to take my place.

Things have been hectic- our hunting abilities are slowly draining because of the lack of animals, and we have been surviving on damn can food for the last couple of moons.

Our island was attacked by some unknown creatures- boy returned from the city and started acting outrageous and before we all know it . . . our island is upside down. I am uncertain what to make of this case. I do not know where Issabella is or her parents. I know they took off in a different direction, and I have no clue why Dave would just leave us like this, without warning.

I know I am Chief. But for the sake of this journey, I thought we would have found him by now. It has been a few monthly moons since we traveled or at least- that is according to my calculations.

Some men have been talking nonsense about my brother forgetting about us and never returning. But I know Dave has his reasons and will soon make a show.

These people and their superstitious s**t.

The news about the outbreak has been spreading rapidly and only God knows how long we have before it hits Paris.

I am uncertain in my position what to do. I am uncertain of leadership. But if I show any kind of weakness. I know there are a few men, who would gladly throw me to the wolves.

Therefore, I will do as Dave did and talk some refreshing words into their heads.

Assure them, Dave has not forgotten about us. But let us just hope that we get away from here before the virus finds us.

The year 2025

Some men have gone missing over the past year of moons. Every time I mouth about it, nobody has seen anything.

I am losing hope in this thing we have going here; we have heard nothing ever since we arrived here, and we have not even in three damn moons.

I know there are families here and I feel for them, but I cannot do anything about it. Damn people bring us here and leave us here to defend ourselves. What kind of help is that? Damn you Dave for organizing so poorly.

Somewhere around two o'clock. If my meeting are correct.

We are short of men and I am worrying; I went to go search for them myself, but I cannot seem to find them. This is becoming a to menace.

Some reports of monstrous sounds at night- but what can possibly be hiding here. There is nothing other than an amusement park surrounding us. This is spine chilling beyond

I received a letter today. Finally, after how many moons, we are moving to England. They cleared a base for us to stay in until Dave decides to one damn day show up.

I must admit, as a leader, I feel hopeless for my clan. I cannot believe depending on others is my only option here. When back in the day, I could do everything myself.

I do not even know why Dave would arrange something like this- to begin with; this is so unlike him to arrange this poorly, unless . . . no- that would be absurd.

Unless he does not know about our current position and someone else is planning this, someone that wants to take the hidden knowledge of our culture.

I must find more; I must save this clan . . . from distraction.

Late afternoon- if my calculations are correct, it is around five o'clock.

The virus has hit Paris; I knew this would happen before they move us. Most of the members have vanished. And I hear them too . . . the endless growling.

So far we all are hiding in a weirdly shaped house. My afternoon hiking turned to sprinting and defending myself against beings that seem . . . dead- screaming has been rising from the moon; I am frightened for my clan's part. What will become of us? What is Dave planning for us? Why would he leave us just like this?

Miller arrived today, causing gun shots to arouse, causing my clan to hide themselves . . . according to him, we will travel tomorrow morning. I am uncertain about his shitty attitude- but we have to follow Dave and his plan.

Although I am certain my brother and his wife are deceased, I just hope Issabella lived through this disaster. I do miss my niece, since they disappeared, everything changed.

Miller does not deserve a daughter like Issabella. For the sake of his shitty planning, I hope we make this ride because if I die because of Dave planned so poorly, I will kick his ass.

Three moons has passed and we are only a few left. Those monsters took most of my clan- children, mothers, father's . . . I am uncertain what remains of us because of his delaying.

I found out this morning in the letter that Riles are Issabella's sister and she is deceased. I did not know Issabella had a sister.

I am uncertain of what he wants with us, but I could tell he did not look pleased with our appearance at all. I am having doubts about this every second we wait for them to rescue us from this disaster.

I was right when I said my brother is deceased. Miller announced in his letter, he found them both in their homes, but he said nothing about Issabella, I am certain she survived.

I do not know if anyone will ever find this journal, but I have decided that we are no longer going to wait for them. We are going to escape to Aruba . . . we have a secret camp there, which nobody knows about. Until I can come up with a good enough plan, this is where we will be.