Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach or Lord of the Rings.
This is Yukiko's Video Log 6. June 5, 4018.
The virus known to the world as Mortem Dolor has reached Asia. All communication has been lost with the surround cities. The United States is in an uproar, Chicago has been confirmed with a total of around 2,406,900 confirmed dead and more being rushed into the hospitals as I record this. Los Angeles is rioting and police are starting to take physical actions. Bodies are said to line the streets. We grow closer to fix but ever farther from a cure.
Log Number 7. June 12, 4018
Production has started on metals able to resist the fusing of nitrogen, which was found to be the main feeding source for the micro bacterial organisms that are spreading the virus. We discovered the virus was caught by inhaling it but all attempts at making masks seems pointless. The army has taken control of the government, people grow more and more scared as we lose signals from Australia and parts of Europe. The British Prime Minister was caught trying to flee on his private boat. He was killed before he could be brought to court by the masses lining the streets.
Fear makes the people edgier than fly caught in a spiders net.
Log Number 8. June 19, 4018.
The new filtration systems seem to be functioning. It was my discovery of the nano-toxins that allowed us to build these structures that will soon house humanity. As such founder, I, and the rest of my team, have been referring to the Domes as the Seven Citadels. One will be placed strategically on every continent, the hope is that the surviving people will make a pilgrimage to such a place. It may raise the hopes of the dead and dying.
Log Number 9. June 26, 4018
The Citadel has commenced its first phase of ventilating the air and so far, the filters seem to be working. The army has blocked off all exits and entrances to the country, effectively stopping the flow of immigrants. Boats can be seen from shore to horizon, filled with families that might never feel soil under their feet once more. The Navy has taken to patrolling the waters to find those foolish enough to try and swim to shore.
Shots ringing out in the night are said to be a common occurrence.
Log Number 10. June 30, 4018
The damn Army stopped the immigrating process into Citadel Seven! The blasted men took bribes and now the poor and penniless are left on the street to die like dogs because the men that are suppose to safeguard our freedom want useless paper. You can not pay off death when it comes to your door.
The rich were permitted in and I'm glad at the very least, to thank whatever deity that might be listening for allowing my daughter safe passage. She now rests inside the Citadel.
The other Six Domes were lowered down by the Air Force yesterday. Still no word and my team and I grow more and more restless as the virus draws ever closer to our location.
Damn the log, damn the date.
The first reported case of Mortem Dolor was documented yesterday. The homeless families surrounding the Citadel fled into the woodlands. I fear the trees roots will be filled with their corpses.
I believe it is log 12. The date is no longer important.
The virus spreads rapidly through the United States. California was the first to fall, then Arizona and Nevada. The sickness spreads ever closer to our research center in Nebraska. I fear this will be my last Video Log. I pray to the cruel creature that controls our fate that my daughter never see these tapes.
The unforgiving Devine entity we have forever idolized has forsaken us and I fear a great darkness will be cast upon this land...
"It cannot be seen, cannot be felt,
Cannot be heard, cannot be smelt,
It lies behind stars and under hills,
And empty holes it fills,
It comes first and follows after,
Ends life, kills laughter."
That was written by J.R.R. Tolkien if I remember correctly. My daughter will never get the chance to read such a wonderful classic. I hope she lives and dies with hope that one day, humans will once again flourish under the gentle hand of Mother Nature.
Because, lets face it, what do we have left but scraps of hope we cling to like a babe to its mother. God save our souls.
Yukiko was the name I gave Rukia's mother because roughly translated by a person that was not me, means snow child. Because I one day would like to be a writer, I'm working on different themes, and I'm taking a dip on the dark side, tell me what cha think!