Being 48: Alaska

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Science Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic


It’s a cold day in Alaska, the date is  February, 17th, 1950 But the main point is that they’re everywhere, everywhere you step, they’re there waiting for you, everywhere you hide, they’re already there. There is no escaping from these beings. Nothing can destroy it, nothing can escape it. It’s only me for now, I don’t see any living soul from where I stand, only blood, and more blood. You might ask yourself once you find this journal, what is this guy even talking about? Let me explain.

I was walking down the street, that is, until a group of people came running in my direction, I had no idea what to do, so I asked a fellow who had fallen what they were running away from, his only response was, “They’re here”, I tried to ask him what he meant by that, but before I could finish, some rope looking thing wrapped around his leg and dragged him towards some monstrous being, I stood frozen, not knowing what to do, I backed away and started running as fast as I ever could. Hold on, I hear some rustling noises, I have to see what’s going on.



 

[Audio] “It’s February, 19th, 1950, and I think they found me, *rustle* They’re coming closer and closer, I’m not sure I can outrun them, they’re coming, that’s it, my fate is near, I can’t anymore, *gasp*, There’s no way out of this” *BANG---SCREEECH*...



 

It’s February 19th, 1950, and I’m still alive. There was some helicopter that shot that monster, but unfortunately, that got its attention, and a whole group ambushed the helicopter, it came crashing down and blew it up. I think humanity’s fate is near. If the bullets won’t do the job, explosions can’t either, then what can? Nothing is absolute. I’m walking alone towards what seems like an abandoned hospital, but I’m not sure, I’ll probably just camp out here for the night and make an audio recording tomorrow.

 

[Audio] “All right, it’s February 19th, and it’s still 1950. I’m getting ready to enter the hospital now, wish me luck. I don’t see anyone here, *groaann* I thought I heard something, I’m guessing it was in my head, but I should take more precaution just to be safe. *SCREEEECH* oh my, *creak, slam* They’re here also, *creeak, slam, crash* I think this was a bad ide- AHHHH, arrghhhh, *SCREECH* SOMEBODY, HELP! Arrgh, *SCREECH*  *CRASH* *screech, groann* *crush*....

 


Submitted: February 04, 2022

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