2nd Episode
What’s bad, what’s good? I just don’t know anymore.
The “event” really took a toll on all of us. And we thought Covid was bad.
I found this notebook with my old things. I bought it during a long weekend vacation Down South. Mirrissa, Ahangama and Madiya were beautiful places back then. I can still remember the parties at Doctor’s House, and me and the girls dancing to the Soul. Those were the times.
I used to be a creative director in my previous life; a single lady with a whole future ahead of her. Back then, I could brainstorm campaigns on the fly. Now, all I can think about is where my next meal will come from.
The event happened and all of that changed and it was nothing like the world had ever seen. Sure our society was a mess, with political instability and climate change and whatnot. But we always rebounded. ‘Humanity Resilient’, the ‘Economist’ stated in bold Helvetica.
Then one day, the sun shone just a little too brightly. The cars didn’t start, the phones stopped working and then the planes fell out of the sky.
It took three months for civilisation to fall. They said we are three meals away from total anarchy, but it was a solar flare that really took us there. It seems like our modern world and our humanity, really depended on whether the lights were still on.
In that darkness, the real creatures came out. The same people I met at corporate parties were soon killing each other and looting supermarkets.
I’m writing this for myself. I don’t really think anybody from a hundred years from now will find my skeleton clutching tightly to this note book. I don’t think they will ever read this. I’m just writing this to keep sane. Especially after the really messed up things I’ve seen people do.
That’s why I’m hiding out in this old bookstore. To hide from those gangs who have taken over the city. I don’t think I can write about the stuff they do; maybe not now, but who cares?
Last night I slipped out to try and make it to an abandoned house in Colombo 7. I met an old lady two nights ago during a supply run.
She’s hiding with her husband somewhere close by, but didn’t tell me where they were holed up. They told me about this house that was once owned by diplomats that could have some supplies. I didn’t ask them why they haven’t hit it first though.
However, I just got as far as Nelum Pokuna when I saw some of these monsters crucifying people on the road signs. I was lucky; I crawled into this overturned bus unnoticed and stayed there till daybreak. But I swear I can still hear their screams.
I don’t know how much I can take. I have lost a lot of weight and can barely walk. I’m super hungry. Now I understand why some people are eating each other. It’s so sick. I just don’t want to end up being someone’s meal or something worse.
Oh God, please help me. Help us all!
(To be continued)
