Pandora's Shitbox

 Well, if this wasn't proof of the end of the world, I wouldn't know what to tell you.   Right now, the group and I are on a large aqueduct, spanning over what looks to be the Grand Canyon of the forest.  We're so high up that I honestly can't see anything underneath the canopy, but I can't help but think that's a good thing.   Al said that we could sleep on the stones or at least rest abit, but some of us are still alittle wired from that emaciated thing. I'm going to try and get some rest after writing in this to expend some fears.  This is all terrifying, confusing...horrifying... There's no way the End Times couldn't be more scary than this.   Al's asking me to sleep now.   Laters.

 I'm thankful we're out of the forest. I don't care if I'm on a greco-roman aqueduct that's floating over the rest of the forest we were in.  We're out of it and that makes me happy. Remember when I wrote that the trees looked weird? Found out why. They were made of people.  The red of the wood was muscle tissue and organs while the white parts were bones. Yeah.  A vegan's literal nightmare. I'm going to be sick...

 Um...Okay, I'm okay.  Al and Hal are okay.  Tracy, Max and Danni are okay.  Omega and Kevin...aren't. What I thought was just my eyes playing tricks on me wasn't a trick at all.  It was some...emaciated....it was like someone took a werewolf, shaved it completely down, ripped its fingers out, jammed metallic blades in their place with bolts and springs, and then somehow take out its eyes to replace them with glowing red...voids of some kind. It easily ran up to the van, and in one swipe, it carved a gash into it, taking out the front tire and half of the door. Al got his gun and tried to fire it but the van, going as fast as it was, veered off and went into the ditch, throwing Omega out of the driver seat and partly through the windshield.  Everyone else was thrown forward by the impact before that...THING jumped onto the van and tore into Omega's back like it was digging for gold.   Kevin, in a fit of panic, threw the van door open after unbuckling himself and ran out

 We've been driving through this forest for what feels like a few days now.  Can't really tell with the trees covering most of the canopy, making everything darker than it should.   But at least the headlights work.   Anyway, turns out, our driver goes by Omega for some odd reason and he switches with Al and Hal when they get tired.   Apparently he was on his way to meet a friend of his in Britain when he got stuck.  Only, his car died and went into a ditch.   ...You know, I think I see something running by the van, in the trees, but I can't tell because of said trees and it's only glimpses. Besides, what's able to keep up with a van?  I don't think those maskies could. Whatever, I'll just rest alittle bit. Laters.

  Well, we left. And…Dear God everything went even more insane than usual.   Remember me mentioning those weirdo masked guys?   Apparently, they have powers.   It started with us leaving the house. As it was my house, I already got all my clothes, underwear, bras, all that.   Though Al advised leaving out the toothbrush because water’s probably going to be scarce and brushing teeth would be considered abit of a waste. Anyway, we hit everyone else’s houses for their clothes and meds before we started for the city park.   During one of our trips to get more kerosene oil for Mom’s lanterns (which we’re bringing a couple as flashlights aren’t a guaranteed light source anymore) when Hal and I overheard others venturing out that people were getting together and getting the hell out of town. We told Al and them and we decided to join them. I can’t say it was a mistake because we were still able to get away, but Holy shit…We get to the vehicles, mostly consisting of some trucks, a co

             Everyone had to convince me that staying wasn't a good idea, and Mr. Hepburns said that Mom and Dad would want me to live, even if it meant leaving home.              So  Mrs. Hepburns helped me write a bit of a letter to Mom and Dad, putting it in a spot where my parents and I know to look. It’s not easy, leaving a place after seeing them blink out of existence.   Especially when everything’s going insane like it is.   But everyone’s agreed that we have to go.   The feeling’s getting stronger almost by the hour, and we’ve been hitting all of our houses for non-perishables.   Apparently Al’s family are also Doomsday preppers, so he actually had, like, a few cases of water. Only reason why we weren’t in his bunker was because it wasn’t big enough and had far too many guns in it. He said his family were the wrong kind of doomsday prepper. So…here we are, getting everything rounded up to go…somewhere.   Wait, Al just told us to stay in.  Sounds like someone'