it's been about 48 hours after the desertion...
the halls still appear mysteriously empty and chaotic.
Unaware to me until after the event a little less than 400 hundred bustling bodies disappeared from the freshman quad. suddenly the constant ambient noise of life has vanished and what's left isn't too pretty. the lounge on the second floor of east, the lounge that used to hold such life has suddenly become a scene from new orleans after hurricane katrina. projects littered everywhere and a mysterious substance splattered and dripping on the walls. my imagination runs wild as the thought of alien blood comes into mind. no, it can't be. it must be.. just.. ink.. paint. yeah, i'll just keep telling myself to keep my my mind sane.
It seemed like there was so much perfectly find things out there that i decided to venture out and scavenge through the wreckage. that's when i heard shuffling down the hall, the creak of a door, voices, grunting. i peered out of my suite carefully too see a fellow survivor. whew. she had previously lived in south 1 apparently. she tells me that it's just as bad there, and that she's been displaced to east 223 until further notice from men and women who have formed an organization in an attempt to cling onto society. they call themselves reslife. i assume it stands for the resurrection of life.
from the look of the halls, they're just as bad as my lounge
after scavenging for a while the sun seems to be setting outside. so i quickly gather my things and return to my room for safety. who knows what lurks through all the open dark doors in the hallways.
my scavenge proved productive though:
11x17 printer paper
a swiffer stick
a pad of bristol
a pushpin board
a mirror
tide laundry detergent (although whether the washing machines still work i'm not sure)
bounce dryer sheets (the same goes for the dryers)
and what seems to be a 30 foot internet cord
the gem of my find though, is an almost brand new fridge/freezer
i plug it in and works beautifully, it even comes with an built in ice scraper in the freezer. i stick a couple apples and waterbottles into the fridge and later i buy italian ice to put in the freezer
i've also found things i know that belong to my friends. I plan on holding onto them until they show up.
if they show up. i hope they do.
two pillows from lily's room
lily's stuffed animal
a portable record player that i found in bea's room
blankets and sheets from dylan's room along with his guitar
a box which i haven't opened from greg's room
and then there were boxes full of asian food in dylan's room. i hope he doesn't mind me eating his food, but i'm desperate. i just hope that he'll understand when he comes back.
my side of the room remains the same as before the event.
however, my roommate lucas seems to have disappeared along with the rest of the students
he took his rug along with him, and the echoing of the room is starting to become unbearable. i quickly pull out what i have and make a makeshift rug. the cold of the ground no longer seeps into my bones
the walls are bare, and as an attempt to remind myself of the culture which occured before the event i place the art that i could find around my room to comfort myself. it reminds me of the good times.
i'll keep this blog updated, hoping that someone from the outside will see this and come with help. I reside in east 229. only come while there is light out. at sunset i set up traps in front of the door for safety.
I still have hope that people will return. I will attempt to investigate further into this strange occurrence.
_alex
postscript. i apologize if some of the photos are blurry. I couldn't stop shaking from nervousness.
see how desperate i'm in need of good ideas?
1.pita bread
It seemed like there was so much perfectly find things out there that i decided to venture out and scavenge through the wreckage. that's when i heard shuffling down the hall, the creak of a door, voices, grunting. i peered out of my suite carefully too see a fellow survivor. whew. she had previously lived in south 1 apparently. she tells me that it's just as bad there, and that she's been displaced to east 223 until further notice from men and women who have formed an organization in an attempt to cling onto society. they call themselves reslife. i assume it stands for the resurrection of life. 
after scavenging for a while the sun seems to be setting outside. so i quickly gather my things and return to my room for safety. who knows what lurks through all the open dark doors in the hallways.
the gem of my find though, is an almost brand new fridge/freezer
i plug it in and works beautifully, it even comes with an built in ice scraper in the freezer. i stick a couple apples and waterbottles into the fridge and later i buy italian ice to put in the freezer
two pillows from lily's room
