Things have been quiet

Posted: June 29, 2010 in Uncategorized

Everything has been pretty quiet for awhile.I don’t know what’s worse, the metal crashing of the cyborgs or the silence that humanity has become.

Both are unbearable, so inhuman and cold.

I found a library that was recognizable for the books it had inside, instead of just the sign outside. Most of the books disappeared when the humans did. I don’t know why. My guess is that when the librarians fled away from the cities, they took some of the books with them. Then when survivors found the libraries they probably burned the remaining books for warmth. There are a number of reasons that are at least plausible, I just don’t know which ones are true.

Finding the books has made this¬†apocalyptic hell significantly more bearable. I’ve always loved reading and now I have all the time in the world to do it. It’s been such a long time since I was able to get a hand on a book that I will pretty much read anything. Even The Junior Bug Expert’s Guide to Small Jungle Insects. It’s sort of interesting. And I guess it’s useful…well not really because I don’t live in a jungle habitat so I don’t need to know that a beetle with 4 red dots and 2 blue dots on it’s back is poisonous. But at the very least it lets me escape from the world, for just a little bit.

Sometimes, I think that’s all people need to do to stay sane.

Just get away.

As usual, I can’t stay here too long.

Not as bored as usual,

Alex

Still Here

Posted: June 12, 2010 in Uncategorized

Wow. It’s been awhile since I last was able to get internet access long enough to actually update this thing. Don’t worry, I’m still alive though, if anyone out there even cares.

Sometimes being alone for a long time can make you very cynical.

I’ve spent the last couple weeks just running. I decided to wander to my home town. It’s been awhile since the cyborgs first had invaded and I guess I still had some hope that someone I knew and cared about was still out there. This is the beginning of Rule 1. Don’t hope, don’t care. Nothing good will come of it.

Caring and hoping did not help me, unless you consider being surrounded by cyborgs as help.

I wandered into “downtown”, basically the square, the first night I got there. All the streets were empty. No cats, no dogs, no stray garbage sitting in the gutters. It was like a model town. Perfectly clean and intact and empty. Perfectly void of human life, and all things related to it. This should have been a sign that something was going to go terribly wrong, but I hoped and I cared and I was stupid.

So, I wandered into the main part of the town and it was just as empty as the outskirts had been. The window displays were gone. The signs were all taken down. I passed businesses and remembered. I remembered the time we played at the arcade and a rogue ski-ball hit me square in the face and broke my nose. I remembered my first date at “The Pizza Joint”, the owner’s weren’t very original but the pizza was good. I remembered all the walks, the laughs, the talks, and the tears. I remembered my life. And then I realized it was all gone, and coming home couldn’t bring any of it back. And for the first time since this whole thing happened, I cried. I cried for everything I had lost and everything that had been taken away from. I cried hard and loud, like a wounded dog.

I cried very loud, and it turns out the town wasn’t as empty as it first appeared. One minute I’m alone outside of an empty building, the next minute I hear the cyborgs coming. I could hear the metal creaking and scraping and I thought it was over. I had been found and soon what had happened to everyone I had ever loved, and even hated, was about to happen to me. I almost gave up. I hung my head in defeat.

And as I stared at the ground, I saw something. Something that I had forgotten about. In the sidewalk were two pairs of hand prints with initials to match. Above them was a heart. And I remembered when we put those hand prints there. We thought we were such rebels. I was afraid we were going to get caught and he couldn’t stop laughing at my fear. Seeing those prints made me remember him and why I had to keep on fighting.

So I ran. But they were catching up. So I started to cut through abandoned buildings, go up flights of stairs, go down ladders, until at last I couldn’t hear them anymore. Then I ran some more. I ran through my old neighborhood and I ran past my house and the old oak tree in the front yard. I kept running till I was in an abandoned corn field. That was where I wandered for days.

I just walked through the countryside. I stayed on the outskirts of abandoned towns, and I searched through the old gas stations searching for food. In one place I found a snickers. It was a good day that day. In others I found nothing and had to go back to the woods in search of berries and any other plant that wouldn’t kill me. That’s what I’ve been doing for the past couple of weeks. Just barely hanging in there. But, I guess that’s what I’ve been doing since all of this started.

I finally decided to sneak into a town enough that I could get to some internet. Thank goodness for this run down internet cafe. I fear I have been here for too long and that I might be being traced. Hopefully I won’t be away as long next time.

Not running from you,

Alex

The world just doesn’t know how to stop sucking.

From the beginning of the apocalypse I had heard rumors of a society of humans who were surviving and fighting. About a month ago I was finally able to get into contact with one these “humans”. I was in the Forest of Dell when I found a note attached to a rock addressed to “Any human seeking shelter”. It included an introduction to the society and instructions on how to find them. This was not an easy task. The instructions were cryptic and filled with riddles and I was forbidden to tell anyone.

Yesterday, I was finally able to find them.

They could have only wished they were humans.

As I approached the clearing where they were I noticed the fire shining off parts of their bodies. There was no society, it was just another cyborg trap.

I was a fool.

I ran for it. I ran the fastest I had ever ran in my life. Luckily, the cyborgs hadn’t noticed my initial approach and were not pursuing. If they had noticed…well…I don’t think I would be here right now.

So now, here I am, all alone. Again.

Is anyone out there? Am I the only one left?

Today was not a good day.

Posted: May 13, 2010 in Uncategorized

Not that any days post-human civilization are ever that great, I mean come on. Over the majority of my species is dead. That puts a damper on everything. But today was particularly not good, and I’m not sure why. I just feel irritated and grumpy without reason. I didn’t run into any cyborgs, I was able to get internet access, and the food supply was plentiful, I’m just mad.

Maybe it’s the way the cyborgs just completely and nonchalantly replaced the human race without any care. We once were in co-operation, working side by side to make the world a better place. And then things went downhill from there and now…well…they live in our homes. They work at our jobs. They act like us. They pretend to be us. But they aren’t us. The things that we used to do, now they do them but it’s not the same. And it just frustrates me. I was important once. And now, they could care less who I am.

Well in a sense they care because they want to destroy me. But, you know what I mean. That piece of humanity that we have that they don’t, it knows what I’m talking about.

Well I’ve gotta run. You know how it is, they can still track internet access and I don’t want them busting down my door…

I was able to get access to internet sooner than I thought, this day is just full of surprises.

After a day of running and a near car accident, I was finally able to enjoy human companionship for the first time in weeks. Being a survivor of the cyborg apocalypse is hard, you know that as well as I. So when the opportunity for friendship and music arose, I couldn’t say no. We laughed and we sang and it was the most fun I’d had in a while. But, as all good things do, it had to end.

I went back to my isolation with renewed hope. And that hope allowed me to do some necessary house keeping tasks. I have clean cloths again and I found an abandoned supermarket where I was able to get some macaroni and cheese (the good velveeta kind).

I decided to take advantage of my luck and search out an internet source. There’s an old abandoned library on the outskirts of town that, when human life was flourishing, use to all house and internet cafe. I hadn’t tried there before because for the first year the cyborgs were watching the internet for people like me. People who escaped and survived.

I had friends and family who survived, or I thought that they would. But they made stupid mistakes. Posting locations on the internet, making phone calls, crying out for attention looking for people they loved only finding the cyborgs they hated. So many of my moves have been cautiously.

I’ve spent too much time here, the silence of the library is eerie and one never knows where a cyborg may lurk. As time progresses they search for us less and less, but they are searching still.

Until we meet again, or if we do

Alex

Hello cyborgs!

Posted: May 8, 2010 in Uncategorized

To all the cyborgs in the world, 01010100 01101000 01100101 00100000 01101000 01110101 01101101 01100001 01101110 01110011 00100000 01100001 01110010 01100101 00100000 01110010 01100101 01100001 01100100 01101001 01101110 01100111 00100000 01110100 01101000 01101001 01110011 00100001 00100000 01010001 01110101 01101001 01100011 01101011 00101100 00100000 01110100 01110010 01100001 01100011 01100101 00100000 01110100 01101000 01100101 01101001 01110010 00100000 01110101 01110010 01101100 01110011 00100000 01100001 01101110 01100100 00100000 01100111 01100101 01110100 00100000 01110100 01101000 01100101 01101101 00100001 00100000 01000010 01100101 01100101 01110000 00100000 01100010 01101111 01101111 01110000 00100000 01100010 01101111 01110000 00101110.

To all the humans who survived the cyborg apocalypse and somehow have access to the internet, ignore that weird feeling that something is hacking your computer, nothing is happening. I pinky promise.

So, super sneaky human evading the cyborgs, I will give you a quick rundown of what’s going on. My name is Alexis. I’m 17 years old and I have successfully escaped the cyborgs. These updates of prospective human life will have to be kept short and far in between because computer access is limited. I will try and tell you what’s going on when I can but you might have to go days or weeks without a scrap of news. I’m sorry. I realize it’s hard. But, when cyborgs destroy “all” of the human race, luxuries like constant internet access cease to exist. You, being a survivor yourself, obviously understand this.

I hear something coming, I need to make a run before I’m caught.

Until next time,

Alex