Alone on Earth – Entry #45

December 30, 2016


03:41AM
Dear Diary

I was awakened at this hour by voices.....hauntingly, familiar voices that shook me to my very soul. I felt I knew the voices.....but for whatever reason, I could not place names to them. It was not a dream. I heard the voices even when I woke up. I have heard voices before now. But, I always attributed that to the Blackness trying to intimidate me. But, this was different.....far different. I know these voices.....somehow, I know them. I could hear my name.....I could hear weeping. I know I won't go back to sleep now. I have had trouble trying to sleep anyway because the moon seems abnormally brighter now, even in a quarter or half moon. But, I have to try to sleep. I have a long way to get to Lake Charles.

08:33AM
Dear Diary

I am very tired. I could not go back to sleep, as I feared. But, I have to continue on my journey. It is has become an obsession that is eating away at the very fabric of my being. I have never felt anything quite this strongly. And there appears to be an urgency now. I can't explain this, diary. It is just something I feel so very strongly at times, such as now. But, the bike is loaded up and all that remains is for me to try and jump start this thing. This was my first time to visit New Iberia. It's a shame I never got to see this little town before The Event. There is just nothing really left of this place. I've never seen melted asphalt before I arrived here. The intensity of the fire had to be awesome. What is even more amazing is that there are still some buildings just partially burned. And most of these were old wood buildings. That is nothing short of miraculous. But, I've learned in this new world, not everything is as it seems. I have no inclination to further investigate this miracle. Time to go.

11:02AM
Dear Diary

I decided to stop off in Lafayette.....the number of abandoned cars on Hwy 90 were much more than I expected. In some ways, it was similar to traffic to Atlanta from Montgomery, AL. There were wrecks, cars burned to a shell and a tractor-trailer overturned. Again, people here knew something was wrong.....and proceeded to get going.....somewhere. I am going to eat a light lunch of beef jerky and some candy. I hope I don't get sick from it. Lafayette itself seems totally unlike New Iberia. There appears to be no real damage to the city. There is lots of trash that has gathered up in the streets, a couple of traffic lights have fallen down into the street. Other than that, you would not know there was no one in the entire city. It's about 43 degrees and the wind is picking up once again. I guess I better finish eating and be on my way. I want to be in Lake Charles before the sun goes down. I've got to say this about Lafayette before I close.....I have never seen so many restaurants in my life. Not anywhere.

4:14PM
Dear Diary

I arrived in Lake Charles about an hour and a half ago, diary. It was not without incident. I must have picked up a nail somewhere on I-10 (which is what Hwy 90 merged into), and now my front tire is very low. I will not pull out the nail until I can find something like “fixaflat,” at one of the hardware stores or possibly a grocery store here. I need more canned goods anyway. Everything seems normal here. I'm getting closer to that La-Tx border now. I think hell awaits me in Texas. Just a feeling. But, for now, I need to get some grub, start a fire and get warm. The temperature is falling, according to my little mercury temperature gauge. It is now 36 degrees. I have to find a place to stay to my liking. I think I will stay at this rather large brick home on the main street here. It has a fireplace. I intend to use it tonight to get warm for a change. Now, I need to go get some firewood and food.

7:06PM
Dear Diary

Had a good dinner of corned beef hash (excellent!), corn, ham, pinto beans. There was some packaged rolls in this local supermarket. I squeezed them, they were hard, as you would imagine. But, they smelled alright. I am craving bread. So, I ate a couple of rolls. It was so very good with my meal. I know man can not live by bread alone. But, you sure as hell can't live without it either. The fireplace is roaring in style, I have two bottles of fine wine at my disposal and I'm eating some hard, stale cookies with them. I don't care. For just a brief while, I want to have a bit of normalcy in my life. If it means getting sick or dying, I am at the point to where I don't care. Of course, I'll probably feel differently about that if I do get sick. This fireplace has got this living room very warm. All in all, it has been a good day except for the nail in the front tire of the Honda Gold Wing. I was unable to find a can of fixaflat in the supermarket. It was very dark in there even with the sun still shining brightly outside. I will look at a couple of hardware stores or other supermarkets until I find a can. I've got to find a can now. The tire is completely flat. So, I will have to hoof it in the morning when the sun comes up. I have to get this bike going. I looked around for some other suitable transportation, mainly motorcycles. But, could not find anything as big as what I have now. One more thing.....all the streets in this city were mostly deserted. There were very few abandoned cars, trucks or buses here in the streets. There were some cars parked and, like everywhere else I have been, the church parking lots were full of abandoned cars. It has been like that in every city or town I have stopped. I think the message is clear as to why that is, diary. Something supernatural scared all these people. And I have a pretty good idea as to who that was.....and is.

10:09PM
Dear Diary

I took a brief nap after writing that last entry and was awakened about 20 minutes ago by the sound of something moving around in the dark of this house. It sounded as if it came from the kitchen. I took my .38 with me and lit up a candle. I moved around cautiously.....and ever so slowly in this darkness. I was so scared in the surrounding dark, the flickering images on the wall from the candlelight, that I could scarcely breath. I went into the kitchen, moving the candle around and could see nothing that could have caused the noise. I started to leave when I noticed the refrigerator was at an odd angle.....as if it had been moved. I walked closer to it......and there was writing on it, once again..... Vos erant rectus David. Abyssus does specto vos in Texas. My friend the Blackness......”It” remains one step a head of me. I wrote earlier today that hell awaits me in Texas. From what I can remember of my semester in Latin, so long ago, the Blackness is letting me know I am right. I can't escape the Blackness. And, apparently, the Blackness can't escape me. We both are doing this deadly dance to see who stops first. We are intertwined in this tango of the ages to see who blinks first. The Blackness appears confident it can and will beat me at some point. “It” appears to be just biding its time. “It” feels it has the power of its master behind it.

So do I, you bastard from hell.....so do I.