Journals of the Fall, pt. 2

Today brings several more days of journals, and in addition, the beginning of JuNoWriMo 2013. This means way more updates and longer stories each day as I once again try to reach the goal of 50,000 words in one month. Wish me luck!

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8th Day after the Fall

People are getting kind of cranky today. We spent the whole day crammed in the truck, only a couple of breaks to stretch and relieve ourselves, and that was maybe 5 minutes at best.

Toward the end of the day, someone really freaked out, started screaming and wouldn’t stop. Must’ve gone on for fifteen minutes before they pulled the truck over and let us out. I’m not sure what happened to the guy. I am sure I don’t really want to think about it too hard.

Phil said he saw them lead him out into the woods, but didn’t see him return. I just know the rest of the trip was kind of quiet. It was a relief after the sounds from yesterday.

We haven’t heard any of them today. Small mercy, I guess.

9th Day after the Fall

Another day just spent traveling. It’s taking a toll. We’re packed in pretty tight to the truck, can’t move much, and we’re going over bad roads for at least twelve hours.

Tempers are starting to get pretty bad. A few fights have broken out. They stopped the trucks again off schedule. This time I saw a couple of people led away. I recognized a neighbor this time. He’d been in my truck. He definitely didn’t get back in when we left.

10th Day after the Fall

If we don’t get where we’re going soon, I’m going to kill someone, I swear. I hurt from head to toe, just from standing in this moving, bumping, damned truck all day, being pushed shoved all the time.

During the first break today, someone complained to the soldiers. She couldn’t take it anymore, I guess. Can’t really say I blame her. She didn’t take it too well when they refused to extend the breaks. Went into hysterics. I don’t know what happened to her. I haven’t seen her. Maybe she’s on one of the other trucks now.

11th Day after the Fall

We arrived today. None too soon. And now I know why we hadn’t been hearing them. They’re all here. Must be hundreds, thousands maybe.

The military have a huge compound all blocked off with walls and fences. They had to shoot a way clear for us to get through the gates, and then they just drove the trucks right over the bodies. Maybe that’s why we haven’t gotten much to eat. I’d have lost it over that sound, over how it felt. I’m going in for processing soon. I’ll write more when that’s over with, if I have a chance.