Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-30831721-20170106143432

This is not the full story, I will add more details and Logs, Enjoy :)



LOG 1

If you asked me what my earliest memory is, I would say snow. I can recall it exactly. The air was crisp and fresh, and the weather was cold, with a slight breeze. I was 5, and I awoke early like usual. When I got out of bed I looked outside and gasped. There was snow. I had never seen snow before, because I used to live in California. But this was my first week in Vermont. And I finally saw snow. I woke my mom and dad up, and when they saw the look on my face and the weather outside they smiled and got me dressed. I played all day, and I was really happy as I could be. I took a snowball in and put it by my desk. I went to bed early, ready for another day of snow fun. But when I awoke the next day the snowball had melted, like all the other snow out there. I realised that Some things don’t last forever, and my small mind then had an idea of the bigger picture. But that all was then.

There’s a reason for writing this log, to keep my sanity mostly, but also just to write down my daily life to see how much it’s changed. I remember when this all started, in 2017. I was 7 then, and this was my dream, infinite snow. If only we all knew it was a nightmare. When I was 7, I only had an older sister Alice, (Who was 13) so I was the most and pretty much only one excited. There is some sciencey explanation for what happened, but I have no idea what it is so I’ll just tell you the jist of it. The temperature Everywhere dropped. Big time. This alone took about 8% of the population. But that was only in cold states like canada, so everywhere else was a winter wonderland. That day it was June, and it snowed. I was really happy and my sister was mildly amused I guess. I played and played and you can guess it, played. “Snowmaggedon” wasn’t that bad for me. At first. Then the snow was like blizzards every night. After a year, this wasn’t good. I didn’t like the snow at all, no one did. Then one cold night, like all others, my dad went out to get bark and wood for the fire. He never returned. Now don’t get sympathetic, even though I’m sure you aren’t because If you’re alive then you lost family too, because I was more upset about not having the fire. My dad was total jerk, and even with my 8 year old dependent ways I still didn’t care what happened to him. My sister did though. My sister was really my dad’s main focus, and his love, while I was strapped to the side. When he died my sister was hit hard and didn’t recover. After 4 years, the day after highschool she moved to a college in california just to get away from us and snow. But now I had a new annoyance. A little brother names Tammy. The night my dad disappeared the doctor said that my mom was pregnant. And sure enough, one year later, my baby brother was born. By the time my sister was gone I was 12 and my brother was 3, and my mom was almost relieved to not have another sibling around.

Tammy loved snow. Not liked, loved. I got over it after a year, but he didn’t. He just always loved it. In 2026 Everything changed though. I was 16 then, and my brother was 7. He got up early like every other day and got ready to go out. I groggily went down the steps, to see him all ready. I didn’t want to go out so I just let him go alone. “Go…” I mumbles still half asleep. He giggled and ran out. After a minute I heard petrifying shrieks coming from outside. I looked out to see a horror. Where Tammy had touched the snow was covered in blood. On his hands crimson streaks of red sprayed down. My mom came down and rushed to Tammy. He was crying, half blood and half tears. She went to her room and I could only guess what happened. When I went up an hour later Tammy and my mom were dead. She had been covered in snow and slowly melted. The mattress was soaked in blood and their last pose was my mom cuddling Tammy. I closed the door and cried. I looked at the snow. It looked normal. I kicked at it and screamed at it for killing everyone. I went inside and Curled up in a ball. Lated that day the phone rang. I let it go. It rang again. I slumped over to the phone and answered it. It was about my sister. All I heard was “Alice…” and I slammed the phone against the wall. I cried even more.

I wasn’t a quitter though, and I made it through the wind and snow. And here I am. It’s 2027 and civilization just lost about 40% of its population. I roamed the forest looking for animals and food. There was nothing there. Everything was dead. No sounds, nothing. All I saw was a dead squirrel under the trees, being dissolved by the snow. I looked at it. Poor soul wasn’t the only thing to die.

LOG 2

I was doing my daily walk around the forest when under the groves I saw a few men. When I came to them they immediately put me at gunpoint. “Hey, hey, I’m friendly…”. Eventually they put their guns down, and they took me to a small camp. The people who I had found were Trevor, Mike, Jahhad, and Jack. there were more people apparently, and I finally realised what had happened. Government was dead. It wasn’t that they lost to the snow, but the people broke away. The second the snow broke out the people wanted a post-apocalyptic world. Anyway, the men showed me how to filter the acid out of water, and gave me an anti-snow suit. We were going to a buried market that had “disappeared” a few months ago.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">We went to the supermarket, and something terrible happened. We were mining out the snow and Trevor fell in. The snow above collapsed. We had to keep moving, and while no one else heard it, I heard the faint scream of Trevor being melted. We got inside and raided it. There was a man by one window, He had a broom in its hand. It looked as if he was banging at the glass. The body was slumped over, next to the window. He looked alive, but then we saw it. He broke the glass and the snow was all over him. Blood was dripping down from his wrists, and luckily the rest of him was covered. He must've desperately tried to escape, seen there was no way out and let the snow suffocate him, and when the new toxin came it ate at his remains. Mike searched him while we stocked up. When we left I looked at the man again. I saw he had a knife in his hand this time, and had carved something into his arm. 丂几ㄖ山ㄥ卂几ᗪ.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">We feasted all night on canned beans and dried fruit. We sat in silence and ate. I don’t know who screamed it but it set it us all running. “SNOW”. We ran to the tents deserting whatever we had. Jahhad didn’t make it. He was screaming and bleeding right in front of me. He rushed to my tent and kept screaming inaudible words. I made one thing out though. “LET ME IN”. I just sat there and huddled back in the tent as Jahhad screamed and slowly died.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Mike took out Jahhad’s body. We sat there eating our beans when the rest of the tribe came up. They each took 2 cans and left. We were left with only measles. I thought this was okay until Jack asked for more. He was held at gunpoint and shouted at for “Rejecting the king's orders”. They took him and threw him off a high cliff into a pile of snow. He writhed and screamed as the snow covered him. And I realised I’m with a ton of psychos. I soon found from snooping around and overhearing conversations that around here we are the workers and usually die, while the higher classes should be kept alive. Can I trust Mike enough to tell him this, or is he loyal to this tribe thing? I’m not sure but I don’t really care. I have to get out of here before I’m the next to go.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">LOG 3

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">I found some other people that also found out what I did and are going to rebel. They’ve had people try to escape, but they always just get shot down. I decided to join their cause, and try to escape. Their leader is a guy named Tom, he’s organising the whole thing. Also I can’t write anymore in this, they think that if he finds it, that their plan will be exposed.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">LOG 4

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">I escaped the psychopath camp and I’ll tell you how. The leader of the rebels sadly was caught with others, and they were sentenced to death. The whole tribe had to watch as they put bags on their heads and shot them, I didn’t find tom though, I expect that he got tortured instead. After the execution the rebels attacked with force of the tribe. In the commotion I put on my anti-snow suit and I filled my backpack with food, water, a sifter, and this notebook and ran. The rebels were fighting all night, but seemed to be killed off. I hope that they think I’m dead, but I can’t be too sure. I sprinted to the supermarket to get more stuff. I grabbed the dead man’s knife and some more supplies like climbing gear. The forests are definitely off limits for me now so I need a backup plan. And I have it.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">I’m going to hike to california. Down there there will be less snow and I can find Alice. I know that someone called about her, but they never said she was dead, and I’m not going back to the house for any reason. I have all the gear and the maps so as long as I’m cautious I think I’ll be fine.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">I found Mike on the way hiking there. Well, he found me. He was in a big RV with other rebels, and forced me to surrender until I proved I was a rebel too. He picked me up in the car and got me SMG. I’ve never fired a gun before though, so I’m not sure if I could use it if I had too. But I didn’t tell him that. They also want to go to california too. This seemed perfect but apparently the tribe did a body count, and are searching for the remaining with orders to kill on sight. I’m glad I found him or I’d be a sitting duck. We drove into a cave and settled there. I don’t want to learn my team’s name seeing how fast people die in this land.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">We found Tom. He was sitting in the snow with no visible injuries. I immediately saw it was a trap but some dumbo rushed over and got us exposed. He got shot and two more of our men died. Mike screamed some inaudible words and slammed on the pedal. He drove about 200 yards then we got hit with a homing missile. I tried to run but had laid down in the path defeated instead. The pain was tremendous I probably blacked out. When I came to I wasn’t dead or anything. I was left alone. The snow was falling but I had my suit on so it was fine. I crawled around but as far as I could see everyone was dead but Mike. I shook Mike until he came to, then asked him if he wanted to camp out but he refused, saying how he needed to find “Him”. He grabbed a SMG and half ran, half limped up a hill into the distance. When I found shelter, I saw how much snow had actually fallen. About 3 feet of snow. That’s a lot, even by snowland standards. Later I searched a library just because. I found that no one was there, and I also found some statistics in a pile on the librarian's desk. There are now about 3.2 billion people dead. That's 42% more of the population. I’m one of the “lucky” 18% that survived…

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">LOG 5

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Well, Here I come california. I haven’t seen Mike since he ran off, but I don’t think I want to. I need to find Alice. I never really liked Alice but we were siblings, I cared about her. If she’s dead I don’t know what to do. Maybe I would find Mike. I’m not sure. I’ll write again when I get there.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">LOG 6

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">I’m here. The streets are mildly populated in some areas, but most are deserted. Except for the bodies. California was definitely hit hard. It seemed that California was hit with the Acid snow first. I asked everybody around but none of them know Alice. I’m going to the university. The car broke down, so I rented a car, but when I tried to use US money they just laughed. I had to give them some of my food. That’s the United States now I guess. I went to the university and asked everyone about Alice. No one knew but another girl. She said when the snow first hit, she was with Alice, they ran inside because for some reason she hated the snow. When they first saw the wreathing and deaths they hid in her dorm and she left to find her other friends. When she came back the whole area was flooded with snow. Alice was never heard from since. Great. The girl's name was Ashley (Or was it Alexa? I don’t know). I guess I have to go back to Vermont. Ugh.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Ashley and I were talking out in the campus about if Alice still could be alive when it started to snow. We ran to the campus again, but Ashley didn’t make it. But this time it was different. She only had her leg grazed, which shouldn’t be to bad. But it was. He leg started to swell, and it slowly melted. If we amputated it in time, she may of lived. But, we let her rest, and when we saw her again the bed was soaked with blood and her whole body had been eaten through. The snow changed again. The damn snow.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">I left the campus in a hurry. Apparently they have a working airplane that can get me to Vermont. Of course the same people that rented the car to me run the thing. There goes the rest of my food. I came on with some other people and we took off. Then once again we got screwed. The snow came down in sheets lowering the plane. It wasn’t a problem until an hour later one of the crappy planes windows burst open. The guy next to it got shattered with glass and melted by the snow. I rushed for the “Protection sheet” and was one of the only that got to it. The snow flew in in sheets. One of the passengers didn’t make it in time, but I was used to the blood, gore, and screaming like everyone. I felt an immense drop and got confused. The pilot.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">He must’ve gotten hit by the snow. I rushed to my anti-snow suit and got it on quickly. I then ran to the pilot's cockpit to get a parachute. Not a, the parachute. Someone else must’ve gotten the idea too, because he was there when I entered. He punched me in the face and ran to the parachute. I opened his mask, and slammed his face into the snow. He screamed. That was the first time I killed someone. It felt normal, maybe because I was used to the death. Well I better get used to it I guess. I grabbed the parachute and jumped out. I saw the plane go down and explode. Why does everything bad happen to me? But I wasn’t done. I ran over to the plane crash after hitting the ground. The place was, well a wreck. It was in a grove, and all the trees around were just firey planks. The snow was melted, but replaced with fire. It seemed there was one survivor. She was middle aged, and her eyes just hinted to that she had a family. That she lost. She took out a pistol. I ran back. She threw it to me with her shaky hands. She pointed to her head. I shot her. It was a clean shot right to the head. It didn’t feel like murder though. It felt like kindness. I lowered the pistol and walked away. I had no idea where I was, well not HAD. I have! I’ve been walking around a while and it seems that it’s just forest here. I’ll write again when I’ve found something.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">LOG 7

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">It's been two days and finally I’ve found something. There were three men walking to me. I knew one of them, Mike. I was in colorado, and Mike had no luck with “Him” yet, but had come to Colorado to search, for the tribe had moved. We were walking around when one of his men fell in a hole. But there was no hole there, the snow just opened up. We heard a crunching sound as the snow moved and smashed into his chest. Blood spewed up and he screamed as he died. At least it was quick.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">**NOTE THIS WILL BE A LATER LOG, THIS IS JUST AN EXAMPLE ENDING**

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">LOG 8

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">I am going to die. This is my last log. We were searching to see what had killed the man, and Mike almost tripped into snow. The other guard helped him up, to soon fall in too. Something was rippling under the snow, and we ran like hell. Mike tripped from exhaustion soon, and I did too. I hear Mike screaming now and I know I’m next. It's ok, Maybe I’ll meet my mom and dad. And Alice and Mike. I’m here snowland. Come and get me. <ac_metadata title="New Story &quot;Snowland&quot; Advise plz!"> </ac_metadata>