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November 27, 2016

05:17AM

Dear Diary

I think today is Thanksgiving Day. In fact, I’m sure of it now. Yes, checked the date on my Timex calendar watch. What have I to be thankful for today? That I’m alive? Is that it? Wow…guess I’ll stop at the Shoney’s in Evergreen, AL for some hot turkey, stuffing, cranberry sauce, green peas, pumpkin casserole, and some hot rolls. Sure. I’m desperately hungry now. My Thanksgiving meal will consist of beef jerky, Hershey’s chocolate bars and some warm Cokes. I’m not ready for any beer for a while. I have taken two Excedrin for my hangover headache. As soon as it is daylight, I will load up the Honda Gold Wing and head for Montgomery. My goal right now is Evergreen, AL for today. It may be further, since there was very little traffic on I-85 west and I-65 south. Everyone was headed to Atlanta or, at least, headed east. I was unable to determine the reason for this. The CDC was barricaded to keep people out or prevent something from leaving. It took me two hours to pry open one door. I’m going to rest some more before daylight.

07:22AM

Dear Diary

Have eaten breakfast, loaded up the bike, and started preparing to head out of Atlanta. This was a wasted trip in most respects. I’m sure there is plenty of evidence around for the trained observer, but all I have come away with are more questions. I’m certain that…More sounds of breaking glass as I write this. I have walked at least two solid square miles around the Olympic Center without seeing any trace of broken glass. But the sound is distinct and, at times, loud. I’m not going to bother looking to see where it came from this time, that has proven to be an exercise in futility. But what to do next as I head home: More wasted trips? If there are people who survived, then I have to believe I would have seen them by now. All I saw was a shadow that moved near the memorial for the Olympic bombing on my first night here. And that may well have been my imagination. Time to go.

09:15AM

Dear Diary

I am now in Montgomery, AL. As expected, there were very few cars on I-85 west. The devastation on I-85 east is a page right out of Dante’s Inferno. Scattered wallets, purses, money, toys, burned out cars on the interstate. But no sign of people. I have spent the past 30-40 minutes gathering candles, food, soft drinks and bottled water. Once again, I’m getting that overwhelming sensation of being watched. I can’t shake it. I had it to a lesser extent in Atlanta. I turn around quickly and think I catch a glimpse of something or someone, but it turns out to be nothing but thin air. I keep thinking I’m losing my mind. But if I am losing my mind, would I know it? Would I even be able to function if I am going crazy? Time to rest. These thoughts are getting me down.

10:30AM

Dear Diary

I am about to leave Montgomery. I may go further south than Evergreen since it is less than an hour’s drive away. One thing I should make note of before I go: The light aircraft that crashed near the Target department store in Montgomery, I am almost positive it was resting on an incline just above a ditch. I inspected that plane carefully the first time here in Montgomery; it was dug into the ground; it could not be budged. Now, it is in the ditch just below. It did not just slide either. There is no trace of the grass giving way just below the aircraft. I guess I could be mistaken, I guess I could. Time to get out of here.

1:37PM

Dear Diary

It was slower going on I-65 than I thought. Many more abandoned vehicles than I remembered before. I’m starting to worry about my sanity more and more now. I don’t remember this many cars, trucks and so forth. I am going to stay the night at a BP service station just off exit 57 near Atmore, AL. I could make it into Mobile if I wanted to, but I feel weak. I am tired. I am still hung over from drinking about 8 or 9 beers last night. I can’t believe I got that drunk. This disaster has taken its toll on me, I guess I needed to do that. I’m going to start up the disposable grill, heat up some chili and beans, more beef jerky and some more candy bars. The day will come when the candy bars and beef jerky will not be safe for me to eat. The day will come when it won’t be safe to eat any of the canned goods. Unless things change and some semblance of civilization comes to life, I will starve to death. Either that or I will learn to become a farmer.

7:21PM

Dear Diary

I have a fire going, some Vienna sausage grilling on the disposable grill, and - believe it or not - I am drinking some red wine tonight. I think it is vintage Thunderbird 2016. I don’t remember gas stations selling wine. I’m forgetting a lot now; is this a symptom of something? Like I don’t have enough problems, right? They have medicine that can prevent this now…or did. But you have to take it in three different doses before you turn age 30, or it won’t do you any good. How lucky for me the cure came out in 2012 when I was 61 years of age. Enough of this crap…this wine is good, the fire feels good, and the Vienna sausage even smells good. I guess this is a late night Thanksgiving Dinner in a way. I miss Mama on holidays, I have thought about her a lot today. Thanksgiving was a big deal to her, she was up at dawn and didn’t stop until almost dusk on this day. I don’t know how she did it.

10:10PM

Dear Diary

The strangest thing just happened. I was dozing off from my “Thanksgiving” meal and wine, when I heard what sounded like a car coming from the east on this road in front of the BP station! I immediately ran out to the road to look that way…and then decided to run back and get my Remington rifle, just in case. It definitely sounded like a car…but maybe for just 5 seconds or so. It could be another hallucination I am having, or it could be something else. I don’t know what caused this catastrophic act causing every person, animal and insect in my part of the world to disappear. Whatever it was (or is), I feel it is still around. I may be alone in most respects; however, I do believe there is something around me…something I can’t see, touch or smell. I have no idea why “it” wants to drive me to insanity. Maybe that is the only way it can finish me off, or maybe I am imagining “it.” There are times when I just don’t care. If “it” wants me, then I’m ready. I am really ready to bring this to an end one way or another. I’ve had too many supernatural encounters such as in the motel, inside the church, and in Atlanta for me to think there isn’t something else around me. I am almost positive.

If someone, somewhere, or something ever gets this diary…human or alien…and can translate it, please know I am of limited intelligence. There may be concrete evidence in front of me of what has happened, but I don’t know what it could be. I am an old man now. I am 65 years old and in average health. There is just so much I can do. I am contemplating a trip out west to look for survivors, but I don’t know if I am up to it. I just can’t stay at home without trying, I have to try and do…something. It is the only human thing to do.

Time to sleep.