Lucifer-san
[i]Recently Revived Zombie[/i]
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Memoirs from the Dust [Working Title]
Message 1a
walked against the storm, taking short but heavy steps to prevent myself from getting blown away. My dusty cloak and mask did a good job of protecting me from the ashes, not ashes but sand, that would occasionally be blown in my face. I was making my way gradually to the large building that stood solemnly in the face of the storm. In only a matter of minutes I was opening the heavy metal door and entering the building, making sure to shut it behind me.
The smell of rust and iron was pungent in here, with hints of cherry blossoms from the days I used to try and brighten the place up. The dull grey hues that had once been a striking silver, only reminded me of better times. This place was, had been, a bastion of hope but after that event...it was nothing but a bitter memory.
I took a seat on the slightly rusty bench, careful to not apply too much pressure, lest I have to go foraging for more scrap again. Removing from my cloak a withered notebook, I began my daily ritual of chronicling my days here.
Closing my journal and putting it back in my cloak I got up from the bench and walked into the living area. It was lacking that life to it that it used to have, but it had the flatscreen TV and relatively nice couch. I decided to take a small nap before moving on to the repairs. Putting on a short 1 hour film, I let myself relax as I slowly drifted off.
Sleep came easy today.
Message 1a
walked against the storm, taking short but heavy steps to prevent myself from getting blown away. My dusty cloak and mask did a good job of protecting me from the ashes, not ashes but sand, that would occasionally be blown in my face. I was making my way gradually to the large building that stood solemnly in the face of the storm. In only a matter of minutes I was opening the heavy metal door and entering the building, making sure to shut it behind me.
The smell of rust and iron was pungent in here, with hints of cherry blossoms from the days I used to try and brighten the place up. The dull grey hues that had once been a striking silver, only reminded me of better times. This place was, had been, a bastion of hope but after that event...it was nothing but a bitter memory.
I took a seat on the slightly rusty bench, careful to not apply too much pressure, lest I have to go foraging for more scrap again. Removing from my cloak a withered notebook, I began my daily ritual of chronicling my days here.
Day 151
It's been about a month or so since Max left with the vehicle, watching some old movies had given him the bright idea to scour the wastes. He said that it'd be better than wasting away slowly in the Forge, and I have to agree with him. This place is pretty damn dull, but old movies and the generator keep me occupied enough to forget about it, usually.
This place wasn't meant to last too long, but I've been keeping it from totally collapsing. Had to delve into the wasteland to find the parts I needed, but I was lucky enough to miss the usual storm. Max had always been rather at maneuvering through the sand, so it'd be no surprise if he was still alive and kicking.
I can only wonder what Max has found out in the wastes, that place was barren. A few animals, some mutated and some not, were still left but they were hard to catch. Besides animals, there was another civilization about 10 or 20 miles away from the Forge. Only problem was they lacked a sustainable food source, though they seemed to be making do last time I checked. I did note a few people missing, but I was only told that they left on a caravan. I doubt that's the truth.
My day went as usual; wake up, use a tiny amount of water to clean some grime off, get dressed, eat a few vegetables off the small farm and a tiny portion of preserved meat, begin checking out the Forge and see what needs repairs, get the materials needed for said repairs, and make my way back here.
It seems kind of tedious, but on most days I don't even have to leave the Forge. While the place was only supposed to last two months of the initial fallout, I'd started my own upgrades weeks before that damned day. My gut had told me that this would be necessary, and even though some items are slowly falling apart, my efforts were not in vain. With me here this place could probably last a few years if not a decade, if I was to leave then maybe a year or so max.
Though, honestly, what did it matter? Relief was supposed to come a few moths ago, but that was doubtful due to the sheer scale of this. I still didn't know exactly how everything went down, but as I have slowly pieced together things I'm beginning to get a clearer picture.
This event was caused by an Apostle, which one exactly, I have no clue. I was a simple engineer at the time, but I remember vividly the first day of the aftermath. The blinding light that eradicated everything it touched and fundamentally altered the ecosystem, until nothing but dust and sand were left, was the cause of this situation. The Apostle had apparently had a really bad day, and his powers used it for this.
When the first impact came Me, Meridian, Max, and Cynthia were still in the Forge at the time and we were lucky that it managed to endure the impact. The second impact was responsible for the rust, apparently even my own personal absorbers couldn't stop whatever the hell the second impact had been.
I was sure that they wouldn't make fun of anymore of my gut feelings again, my kinetic energy absorbers had taken the worst out of the blast. My own power as a Mechanic finally came in handy, my only regret was that I hadn't gotten the paperwork necessary to push through some of my tech to the rest of the Devetch island. I could've prevented a lot of deaths, but I don't doubt that even that had a chance of failing.
I guess, being here myself has been a bit stressful. More often than not, I'll leave a movie on the TV going even while I'm not watching, just to have that feeling of someone else being there. I'm happy Max built such a reliable generator, otherwise I'd have wasted all the electricity already. I haven't been getting much sleep as of late either, probably due to the need of my attention about the Forge. Well that, and perhaps the lack of human company.
I'm beginning to ramble on, so I guess I'll be stopping this entry here. Tomorrow is harvest day, after trial and error I had been able to create a field that simulates an ecosystem in which crops can grow, so I finally have access to fresh vegetables and fruits. Next up on my agenda is to figure out how to get more meat. Good luck, me.
It's been about a month or so since Max left with the vehicle, watching some old movies had given him the bright idea to scour the wastes. He said that it'd be better than wasting away slowly in the Forge, and I have to agree with him. This place is pretty damn dull, but old movies and the generator keep me occupied enough to forget about it, usually.
This place wasn't meant to last too long, but I've been keeping it from totally collapsing. Had to delve into the wasteland to find the parts I needed, but I was lucky enough to miss the usual storm. Max had always been rather at maneuvering through the sand, so it'd be no surprise if he was still alive and kicking.
I can only wonder what Max has found out in the wastes, that place was barren. A few animals, some mutated and some not, were still left but they were hard to catch. Besides animals, there was another civilization about 10 or 20 miles away from the Forge. Only problem was they lacked a sustainable food source, though they seemed to be making do last time I checked. I did note a few people missing, but I was only told that they left on a caravan. I doubt that's the truth.
My day went as usual; wake up, use a tiny amount of water to clean some grime off, get dressed, eat a few vegetables off the small farm and a tiny portion of preserved meat, begin checking out the Forge and see what needs repairs, get the materials needed for said repairs, and make my way back here.
It seems kind of tedious, but on most days I don't even have to leave the Forge. While the place was only supposed to last two months of the initial fallout, I'd started my own upgrades weeks before that damned day. My gut had told me that this would be necessary, and even though some items are slowly falling apart, my efforts were not in vain. With me here this place could probably last a few years if not a decade, if I was to leave then maybe a year or so max.
Though, honestly, what did it matter? Relief was supposed to come a few moths ago, but that was doubtful due to the sheer scale of this. I still didn't know exactly how everything went down, but as I have slowly pieced together things I'm beginning to get a clearer picture.
This event was caused by an Apostle, which one exactly, I have no clue. I was a simple engineer at the time, but I remember vividly the first day of the aftermath. The blinding light that eradicated everything it touched and fundamentally altered the ecosystem, until nothing but dust and sand were left, was the cause of this situation. The Apostle had apparently had a really bad day, and his powers used it for this.
When the first impact came Me, Meridian, Max, and Cynthia were still in the Forge at the time and we were lucky that it managed to endure the impact. The second impact was responsible for the rust, apparently even my own personal absorbers couldn't stop whatever the hell the second impact had been.
I was sure that they wouldn't make fun of anymore of my gut feelings again, my kinetic energy absorbers had taken the worst out of the blast. My own power as a Mechanic finally came in handy, my only regret was that I hadn't gotten the paperwork necessary to push through some of my tech to the rest of the Devetch island. I could've prevented a lot of deaths, but I don't doubt that even that had a chance of failing.
I guess, being here myself has been a bit stressful. More often than not, I'll leave a movie on the TV going even while I'm not watching, just to have that feeling of someone else being there. I'm happy Max built such a reliable generator, otherwise I'd have wasted all the electricity already. I haven't been getting much sleep as of late either, probably due to the need of my attention about the Forge. Well that, and perhaps the lack of human company.
I'm beginning to ramble on, so I guess I'll be stopping this entry here. Tomorrow is harvest day, after trial and error I had been able to create a field that simulates an ecosystem in which crops can grow, so I finally have access to fresh vegetables and fruits. Next up on my agenda is to figure out how to get more meat. Good luck, me.
Closing my journal and putting it back in my cloak I got up from the bench and walked into the living area. It was lacking that life to it that it used to have, but it had the flatscreen TV and relatively nice couch. I decided to take a small nap before moving on to the repairs. Putting on a short 1 hour film, I let myself relax as I slowly drifted off.
Sleep came easy today.
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