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Day Two (Revised Edition)

They came back. 

I had hoped they wouldn’t, but they're here. The sound started again just a few moments ago. Most people left their cars. I didn't. I crawled into the trunk through my seats. I'm not going out there. I've got some old Taco Bell back here that smells funky, and some empty quarts of oil that made the carpet greasy. Should've listened to my girlfriend and thrown them away. 

I hear all sorts of things around me, screams, explosions, and the grating sound of shattered glass being walked on.

I never should have left the bank.

When I woke up this morning, the world was hot and humid. I could feel the heat bubbling down into that dank basement. It's April?! It shouldn't be this hot. 

I made it outside and found everything smashed. There were cars turned over and charred. A bus lay torn open and was stained red. Everything smelled burnt and ugly. A few light poles had fallen down in the bank parking lot, but both missed my Stratus. A cop had started to wave traffic through the street; a bulldozer was pushing all the shit out of the way. Houses were smashed; their roofs taken off and walls torn out. 

The plants were budding like crazy. And the heat, the damn heat was everywhere. 

I asked the police officer what happened and he said, "We got attacked by some sort of thing last night, devils or something. I'd try and make it home. They seemed to have gone away in the daylight. A bunch of people died though. Prepare yourself. I don't know much more than that, but everyone is trying to get home." He looked at the bank behind me and shook his head. "Well, money isn't that important now, huh?" he said. 

That wasn’t my money, so whatever. 

I jumped in my car and turned on the radio. There was nothing. Just that annoying broadcast that they test at the beginning of the month. I-94 was getting cleared of debris and people were piling into their cars. It took me all day to get to Minneapolis. Nothing moved. My phone is dead. I got to Broadway when the sound started. There is nothing else. 

I have to stop. 

Things are walking by my car. I can feel their weight. I can hear them scrapping.  

(Here is a revised edition of Day Two from my novel The Greenland Diaries. I'm going to continue to share for free some of the pivotal entries from the story, and the first five days are exactly that, so enjoy!) 

Day One (Revised and Updated with Bonus Content)

 The following collections of journals were recovered from a caravan outside of Duluth, Minnesota. The exact date of recovery is not known nor is the origin of the speaker. The Bureau for the Restoration of History (BFRH) would like help in identifying the man who kept these records. This unedited record of events is still considered the most accurate history of the apocalypse that occurred on April 15^th, 2011

I stole a yellow memo pad from the supply locker. I hope they don't care. I need to write something down. I remember hearing somewhere that having a journal is a good way to avoid going crazy. It was on the Today Show, or something like that. They'd have to be experts, right? Doesn't matter, I won't get in trouble. The bank won't be working for a while. I don't care though, after everything that's just happened. I don't want to work here anymore if this is going to happen in the area.  

It hit around six tonight. It was right before I could close the drive-up. There was this weird hammering sound everywhere. I thought it was just some construction, but it didn't stop. A drumming started and came booming through every wall and counter. It was almost like a casual vibration or something. These things came out shortly after it started. I knew because I heard screams. At first they were everywhere around the building, people screaming, running, and being chased. A big guy in a Twins jersey came running by the bank's windows and something grabbed him from underneath. Something was crawling around out there. There was a scream, crunch, and nothing else. I hid down and behind the counters. Something exploded outside, sending a tree branch into the front doors and throwing glass everywhere. I crawled to the basement. There were more explosions, like they were following me. The lights went out quickly and without warning. I heard some brakes screech and a woman scream. The door to the basement still worked. A battery controlled the whole keypad thing. 

Three hours since then, my phone is holding the time at least. I’m going to hide here all night. The mold and dust smell is driving me a little nuts. The basement had a few cookies and stale chips from some old office parties. I ate them all. I don't care. I tried calling my dad, sister, and my girlfriend. No answer, nothing, not a whisper. It was probably like 9/11 when the phones crashed, or when Michael Jackson died. I'm going to try and sleep soon. The walls keep shaking, and there are distant sounds of smashes and screams. War? The Russians? An earthquake in Saint Paul? Whatever, I'm not going to sit down here all night. I'll have to pee eventually. The bathroom is upstairs. I'll try and sleep first. Maybe I can drive home in the morning. My dog is home after all. She hates thunderstorms. 

She can't be doing very well with this. 

  

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I wanted to refresh and release the first entry to give people a taste of the narrative and because I felt guilty about taking away all the entries. I've decided I'll still release entries to this story online, but in very limited capacity. I really do enjoy blogging and publishing stuff online. The first paragraph is from the novel and it sort of sets the stage for the diary entry format, and also gives some context to the outside world. Thank you everyone for your support.