#maybe ill include a photo of my sketch for th monsters i envisioned for this

[graceofagodswrath]

June 15th, 2027 - 4:55am

Everyone is dead.

Two days ago we were ambushed at midnight by the ghouls. All I remember is waking up to everyone screaming, and those horrible sounds that the ghouls make. Like the noises grasshoppers make, but deeper and faster. Maryanne and Deco pushed me into the cave behind the tents that we hid the supplies in. They shoved Gabriela and baby Cooper into my arms and told me to be quiet.

I watched them die. I watched everyone die. The ghouls tore them apart, shrieking like joyful sadists at some bloody feast. That’s what it was.

The little cave they pushed us into is too small for the ghouls to get into, and the rock around has kept them from digging their way in. They know we’re here. Cooper only stops crying when he’s asleep or feeding. Gabbi has been silent, but I see the tears and snot that cover her face. The food and water stashed before the incident has kept us alive, but it won’t last long. We have been in here for two days, waiting for the ghouls to leave. But they haven’t. And I don’t know what to do.

I can’t sleep. I can barely keep food down. And I don’t know what I’m going to do. The ghouls are still outside. They scratch at the cave every hour, and its taking everything in me not to scream aloud.

I think we’re going to die.

Excerpt from The Journal of Katy McCowen during the Great Evacuation.

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This was a short introductory assignment I had to do for my new creative writing class. Liked it enough to post it and get some feedback from all you hooligans. I know this isn’t what I’ve been promising to work on. I do have many old things in the works, but yo boi is a little adhd in the brain when it comes to projects. I know you freaks understand.