(I know it has been an extremely long time, but there have been a lot of goings on, and life happening. I am going to try and continue this, and eventually wrap this up soon. As always, R&R. Every word is appreciated!)
September 24, 1998
It's been three days now. I locked all the doors and windows. The only connection to the outside is this television. Nothing but news reports on every other channel about what's been going on outside. People are missing, the hospitals are all full of people who are unexplainably "sick", and the police are nowhere to be found.
All of the people on the news keep calling these unexplained acts of cannibalism a possible "cult" threat. They are even talking about putting the whole city on lockdown. Businesses have started to close, and most people have already slipped out of town. Barricades are beginning to pop up all over town. Ennerdale Street and Good Street have completely been cut off going in and out of the city. The schools have stopped having classes to keep the children at home.
The streets are completely vacant. It's almost like Raccoon has turned into a ghost town. The only sign of life outside is the City Tram that runs night and day like clockwork.
I would hate to be the guy who has that job.
I remember back when I was a kid, I would use to have these dreams where I woke up and I was the only one in my town. I could go anywhere I wanted and I could do anything I pleased.
It's almost like my dreams, only this is turning into a nightmare.
At night when the city is supposed to be silent, you can hear something stirring. It's like the city is moaning, screaming at night. Everyone is too scared to go outside. People are being abducted, others found attacked by the side of the road, and some just disappearing into thin air.
I haven't heard from any of my friends or family for days. Maybe it's best that way..
When I think about it, this seems like one big joke. It feels like all I need to do is close my eyes real tight and then when I open them everything will go back to normal.
But when I try that, all I hear are the stragglers in the city crying. All I can think about are the news reports about the little children missing, parents looking for their babies, family members disappearing.
I don't think I want to keep this television on anymore. I don't think I want to see this anymore. I don't know if they are all right or not. I don't know if this is all one big cult joke or not.
All I can say is, this city has gone to hell.
And everyone here is going with it.
