ENTRY 113_34 – HUMAN SUBJECT EMILY GRAYSON – PERSONAL ID 04561359
All there was was white. I've never seen so much snow, not even after the world turned into the frozen waste land it is today. I tried to walk but alas, my efforts were futile. Ever step I took I stumbled, my face meeting the ice and snow. I've finally given up all hope; my stomach felt like it was caving in from hunger. The last moments I had in this fallen empire I wanted to breathe air that wasn't passed through a filter before going to my lungs. I took off my mask and breathed in the bitter cold air. It was less toxic then I imagined. It smelled like… like pancakes…
My vision started to go but I'm not sure if it was because of the toxic air, the lack of food, the freezing winds, or a combination of all three. I saw a figure in the distance coming toward me, looking like nothing more than a blur with blue piercing circles that I could only imagine to be eyes and a red blur under the blue a few shades brighter then blood. Whatever it was, it was heading my way. Please, not another monster. I don't want to die like this. Let the noxious fumes kill me before the monstrosities of this dead earth get the chance. Please not this way.
I couldn't even sit up anymore. My vision failed me the rest of the way and I passed out.
Am I dead? Did that thing kill me? I was re-entered the world with a gasp, trying to gather as much oxygen as possible. Light hit my eyes all at once making me feel like I was under interrogation. My mask was back on my face. What happened? I was moving. No, wait, was I being carried? I was over some ones shoulder. Of whose I did not yet know. My arms were swinging and I was still too weak to move. Who was this strange person? Where were they taking me? Why are they taking me?
I blacked out again…
