The crackle of static was the only reply to her futile attempts perched atop a moss-covered rock. She turned to gaze at the endless rows of hills and the towering evergreens that covered the whole land, their branches gently swaying to the breeze. Her thumb hovered over the radio's power button, half-expecting a miracle to finally happen. She sighed. after a little over 2 months of being here in this strange world. She has grown accustomed to the lonely silence.
Diary entry: day 14
The more I think about it, the more my head hurts. Somehow, electronics still work here, though only in specific spots. Is this world somehow connected to home? We could still be home, for all I know. Is this the afterlife, an invisible realm in our world? I don't know, but I do know I'm going crazy. How long can we last?
As she stood up, a pack of giant ladybugs passed by, each one the size of a small dog. They were bright yellow with black spots and had antennas as long as a simple school ruler. She stared at them not out of surprise but out of disbelief. Even though she had been here for 2 months already, it was quite hard getting used to this. One turned its head and looked at her with its big black eyes. A shiver went down her spine as it stared at her for a moment before going its way. The faces of these creatures were as disgusting as ever.
She stood there for a moment before she slung her backpack on. "It's getting late," she muttered to herself. "I should get going," she said, walking down the hill before entering the nearby forest. She walked along the trail before heading up a mountain. She hiked up it before arriving at her resting place, a cabin on the mountain. She opened the door before dropping her backpack on the ground and closing the door. She sat at the desk, writing another diary entry.
Diary entry: day 62
No connection was found atop hill 20, moving on to the next.
Frustration bubbled up inside her; she rubbed her temples, feeling a headache coming on. Tossing her glasses aside, she went to lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling. Two months. She'd been here for two months and still had no answers. Is there really no way out of this world?
She felt like crying but couldn't. She stared at the ceiling for a while before closing her eyes. Crash!. It hadn't even been a minute since she closed her eyes, yet there was already something trying to disturb her. The sound of a person groaning as she stood up made her stop in her tracks, her heart skipping a beat. Someone was here.
She froze, listening intently. Male, by the sound of it. Was it one of them? Panic was rising in her chest. She dove out of sight and edged quietly toward the door. Peeking out the window, she saw a stranger stumbling towards her cabin, groaning and rubbing his head. She held her breath. She grabbed the baseball bat she kept by the door for, well, whatever reason she'd thought she might need it for.
Heron’s pov
"Ack" The guy groaned in pain as he landed buttocks first on the ground. Disoriented and dizzy, he stood up slowly, moaning at the aching in his lower back. "Where am I?" He'd merely been on his way home from a late shift at the pizza joint, earbuds in, engrossed in the music after a long day at work, when he was flung into space and crashing down at high speeds.
"Is there anyone here?" the young man cried. "I need help," he continued. She remained as quiet as possible, not making a sound. Who was that person? A robber, someone assigned to murder her, or some foolish idiot. She could hear the guy approaching her cabin's door, knocking and knocking, "Is anyone in here?" Her heart rate rose significantly as he started trying to pull on the door handle.
She stepped backwards into the darkness as the guy yanked the door open. "Hello?" He said, and in an instant. A baseball bat whistled out of the shadows, barely missing his skull. He yelped, leaping to one side and tumbling to his feet. She raised her bat, ready to hit. He put his hands down and backed away quickly. "Please stop for a minute," he urged.
"who sent you?"
END