lacey-books

I found this thing while rummaging through a house. Think I''''ll write in it for myself, I need... something. Ever since all this crazy shit started, all the tech just… had a massive aneurysm. Phones won’t turn on, computers are dead, and the internet is gone, which I didn’t even know was possible. I tried anyway. I kept pressing the power button on my phone like that would fix it. It didn’t. I briefly considered that the sun might have exploded or something. Did anyone try turning it on and off again? No? I wanted to type this. I wanted to post it somewhere. I wanted to doom-scroll on TikTok, call my parents and friends, or at least watch videos and pretend that shit didn’t hit the fan. Like, unfathomable amounts of shit. Since none of that is an option anymore, I’m writing by hand. Apparently, this is what people used to do. Y’know, ancient social media. Time to get vintage, baby! But anyway, it’s been about a week, I think. The water barely runs. The power went out like a day after all the phones stopped working. The people outside aren’t even people anymore. The Walking Dead is reality TV now. I hate it here. I’m going to try to keep track of things and stay normal. If you find this, PLEASE DON’T READ IT --- This story is also being submitted to Royal Road under the same author.