Parallel Universe pt. 2

Log start: 4:08am January 18th, 2011

Continued from Part 1::
If you have not read part 1, please do so@@
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On the interstate, i finally spotted operating vehicles. I don't know where people are going but they seem to be going in the same direction as i was, away from the city, and at pretty high speeds too. People were much friendlier on the interstate than they were back on the streets, i didn't understand why. As people drove past me, they let off the occasional wave and smiled back at me. Maybe their intentions are good and hoped me the best of my journey, but i was getting a little paranoid myself. You can't blame a person for second guessing everything at a time like this though since i just went from the streets where people would stare at you with weapons in their hands to the interstate where people are saying hello whilst driving past you. Even though i didn't understand the gestures fully, i was still wondering where they were heading to. Could people of found a nice spot to witness destruction as i had? Are they going to meet up with their friends and families for the last time? Or maybe they were headed to some mediocre evacuation center that promised them safety from everything? Either way, i was curious. After you had established what you were doing for the last days of your life, you can't help but wonder what other people had thought of. The curiosity of a human-being could be seen as a great weapon to either further human advancement or to completely destroy it. After centuries of innovation, we have developed all kinds of technology that could help us in everyday life. The greatest example would be the car that i'm driving in and the weapons that are inside of it, otherwise, i would of been forced to be on the road with a horse and carriage whilst defending myself with a rock and sling... that wouldn't be too pretty. Then, there are other times in history where innovation was quite questionable, taking a look at the large hadron collider that they built not too long ago, i start to wonder if this destruction was really brought by a higher being, natural occurance, or ourselves... Ultimately, it doesn't matter who we blame, because it won't matter in due time, but i would like some answers anyway so i can pin the blame on someone, whoever that person or being may be.

As i had mentioned before, the interstate was clear of cars except for the few brave souls who were willing to venture out like me. This struck me as odd because you always see in cinema roads clogged and horns blowing off everywhere to get people moving in an inevitable traffic jam of fail. Just seeing how different it really is in real life as it actually is happening is quite strange. Some things do remain the same: abandoned cars, cars that are lit on fire, and police blockades that have been torn down by angry citizens trying to get to places. I've been driving down this path for about 10 minutes and i've seen my share of weird things already including random farm animals running towards the city, naked people with picket signs that say "THE END IS HERE", people having picnics on the side of the interstate, and even scenes as odd as people having sex on top of their cars. Whatever floats their boat, i guess. People are entitled whatever they want duing their last days, i'm not complaining about it in any sense. It's just weird to find people doing so many different things because it just comes to show how many different types of people there are in the world other than yourself. In your mind, you find the path that you choose to reign supreme over everything that anyone else in the world chooses to think of, but as witnessed within these past 30 minutes alone, that does not seem to be the case. I was always so focused on myself that i never saw the world as a whole. Beside me, there are billions of other people out there living billions of different lives with billions of different personalities. Selfish little me couldn't see that until today, what a disappointment. Although you realize that these people live different lives than you do, the way that you were born, raised, and developed ideals tell you that you are disgusted by some of the ways that people choose to live their lives. You realize the fact that they're different, but you cannot accept that it should be how they live their lives, no matter what people say to you. Some people have this silly notion that says that if you can't accept other people for who they are, then you're just a conceited asshat that just doesn't care about other people. Gee, how i resent that statement. They're so blinded by their own beliefs that they fail to see what they're doing is actually going against their own beliefs. There should be no one in the world that should tell you how to live your life. What can possibly give someone the right to? Thinking back a couple of years, there was this one time a Jehovah's Witness rang my door bell and tried to pusuade me to go with him to his church so that i could see the truth. If there are one kind of people that i absolutely despise in the world, it's Jehovah's Witnesses. Usually, when missionaries come to my door step, their first words are "son, have you been exposed to the gospel?" Usually, since i have nothing better to do (sadly), i have a nice friendly chat with them. Most of the time they end with, "well, son, i'm not trying to covert you or anything, but if you have time, here's our flyer, you can come down anytime you want, it'll be a blast!" Whether i choose to or not to believe is my own decision and they recognize that. I respect people like that very much. They lay out all the options for you tell you something about each of them, and then go, it's your choice. But, whenever a Jehovah's Witness comes to my door, it's a whole different story. Their first words usually are "Do you believe in God? You've never seen God before in such a way before if you don't join us. We are the truth, and the time to repent is almost here. Don't listen to all the fakes out there, come to us, now."............ Okay, Shakespere, the stairs are behind you, and you best walk them whilst facing me, because that way, if i decide to swing my fists at you, you might have a slight chance to dodge them. What a weird flashback... looking at these people doing different things, on the interstate of all places, made me think of the way i chose to live life and the ideals that i have about it. It's not like it matters anymore, but for what it's worth, i finally realize that even i am at fault sometimes too. You just can't accept the fact that you've done wrong sometimes too, it's not regularly in human nature, but it worries me that it had to take the whole world's destruction to let me see the picture outside the box.

Before reaching my exit on the interstate, the influx of cars began to pile up. I shouldn't of expected anything less since this was an area that is saturated with shopping centers, supermarkets, and in general, places that you could use as a shelter from the outside world. What struck me as weird was that people were actually following the laws of traffic at this time. Not understanding such a concept at this time, i trampled through the weak barricade that separated both sides of the interstate and went up along the Do Not Enter way in order to avoid this traffic congestion. Needless to say, the cars behind me followed me and probably wondered why they didn't do it themselves. On the main road after exiting the interstate, you start to see the true colours of disorder. I thought people running around with weapons near my house was bad, but this is about 100 times worse. People are fighting each other on the streets and angry mobs are breaking into stores to loot whatever supplies they can find to help them stay alive. Seas of people are trying to break into already barricaded fortifications in order to find some sort of salvation from the outside world. You can't help but feel pity for some of these people. These people who are traveling with families, people who have no where to go, people who just want to be at peace are all threatened by the outside world. Lucky as i am, i found salvation beforehand, but these people will go to the end of time without any luck at all in their quest for shelter. It's a mean thing to say, but even until the end of time, the theory of survival of the fittest still plays a huge role. The fact is, there isn't enough shelter for everyone to hide under because even if you take thousands of, what i assume to be, good people with good intentions, you still end up with confusion and disorder. They're trying to break into safe houses and they're trying to tear barricades down so that they can be safe. This is not a war, destruction cannot bring peace in this situation, this is not a time where you can be too generous without getting hurt or killed, so ultimately, there is no right or wrong, no moral or immoral because to survive, you must outlast the others, and this is what has to be done. For miles, there does not seem to be any tranquility anywhere. Desperate people have even tried to open the door to my car seeking help, but i know better than to let anyone in. Even when they get too rough, keeping them off is as simple as pointing a pistol to their face. Even with the resolve to pull the trigger to defend my last values, my hand shakes wildly as my finger lays gently on the trigger ready to take action. It's one thing to be physically prepared, but it's another to be mentally prepared. Those who were not born and raised as a killing machine usually have a hard time becomming one. Those who do become a killing machine later on in life are forever changed. It was about 6 years ago when one of my high school friends joined the marines. I haven't spoken to him much after high school, but we still made contact once in awhile. Since he didn't have many friends back in high school, he sent his letters to his family and myself with the details of what's happening with his life on the battlefield. Compared to the last letter that he sent me before he came back from active duty, his first letter was just a fairy tale of the life he once had. Once a shy fellow who couldn't even talk to a girl, he is now an angry cold-hearted 6 foot tall white man who would not hesitate to knock you in the face as hard as he could at the bar if you even came close to into his personal space. Wishing destruction on everyone around him with the eyes of a cold-heartless murderer, the person that i once knew many years ago is alive no more. The second i pull the trigger, i fear that i would become what he is rather than stay the person he once was. I will not pull the trigger until i absolutely need to and even then, i would of unwillingly become my worst nightmare.

As i pulled up to my sought after location, i wondered how my friends had secured a faciity that was this size. It is a large office building of about 20 floors complete with an entrace to an underground parking facility. Completely fortified, the first ten floors were sealed off with plywood and metal fencing. There was no way to get into the building beside the front doors and through the entrace to the underground garage, and even then, those entrances could be completely sealed from the inside. There were barbed wire around the whole building and large football stadium spotlights on top of the roof that could light up the whole area... talk about massive. This is something that i have to get all the details on when i make my way inside. To my dismay, as i drove up to the building, there were signs of blood on the floor. Even though i was unfazed by the thought, i still wondered how many people tried to seek refuge in this impenetrable fortress and failed at the task.
This building looks as if it was mirrored from a zombie apocalypse horror movie. I just hope it doesn't turn out like one because at the end of most movies, the people inside the buildings are so overwhelmed that they are taken over by the sheer mass numbers of the zombies. Then again, humans are different from zombies as they actually have some form of logical thinking and value their lives somewhat.
As i drove to the entrace of the parking garage, i finally knew why this building was still standing. From three sides, there were about a dozen rifles being pointed at my car and i would be lying if i said i didn't almost take a shit on myself. It feels completely different on the other end of the barrel not knowing when the opposing side might pull the trigger. Judging from the shape of the rifle, my guess would be that they're mostly hunting rifles that were probably looted from the outdoor sporting goods store that was not too far from here. Hunting rifles are mostly made that they cannot fire off continuously without reloading with a hand lever much like more powerful sniper rifles with higher caliber ammunition. Although i was scared that a dozen rifles were pointed at me, i chuckled a little on the inside knowing that if there were ever a full scale angry mob invasion, this place wouldn't stand a chance. The only hope that this place has is left on the forticifation of the building, hoping that the people inside shooting can reload fast enough after each shot before the fencing and barricades fall victim due to the overwhelming number of people.
I signaled the inside via a series of headlamp flashes that were given to me when i was invited to come over the phone: 2 short flashes followed by a flash that was 10 seconds long and then ending with 3 short ones. After confirming my identity, the guns were lowered and the gate was opened and i entered the parking garage.

Salvation at last, i thought, here i might be able to escape from reality, help out with everything so the fortress is all well, and maybe live out my remaining days with the people who i trust the most in the world. On my way here, there were numerous fortifications just like the one that i had just entered. I had no doubts that each one of them held a unique group of people, people who were just like us, thought the same way as we did, people who would enjoy their last days in peace and not by raping and pillaging and destroying everything in sight. People who had at least some sort of motivation previously in their lives that have come to accept the fact that there's nothing left we can do but wait it out. When will it end? Will it end? Are we making a mistake? Surely billions of other people who are doing the same aren't wrong. When there were still television broadcasts about this, i questioned whether this was real or not. Everything seemed faux and i was reluctant to believe it. I hoped that tommorow would return to normal and i hoped this was all just a bad dream. I didn't want to die and i still don't want to die, but death is always inevitable, end of the world or not. There are just things in life that never seem real, you doubt that it happens because in your mind, it cannot happen because it just doesn't seem logical. What i have learned these past few days was that nothing can be illogical. Phenomenons that cannot be explained now doesn't meant that it cannot be explained later. A hundred years ago, the people of the time would of never dreamed of even having what we have now. We, as a society, advanced in technology and understanding faster than each generation can handle it. As soon as some ground breaking technology is revealed, another ground breaking development will be achieved a few months down the road. Technology will lead to more technology and each time it happens, it will happen at a faster pace, but when will the cycle end? When will we of reached the limits of development? Can science explain what is going on outside? Can religion support with facts the events that are happening outside? That is why we fear what is happening. We fear what we do not undestand and we try and ignore what we fear, but facing our fears become inevitable over time. Numerous people had predicted the end of the world but not a lot of people belived it. They feared death and they chose to believe it only as a myth. The problem does not lie with society but with the people who control it. The people who choose to feed us information peice by peice, people who do not want us to realize the truth, for we would rise up and revolt. Greedy anonymous people who stand on top of the world who have had the world at their fingertips since the nation was created... how sad. Ironic, the people who once had their fingertips around the world were the first ones to be taken out by them. Scary what human rationalization can achieve. That is where it all started.

This is where it ends.
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Part 3: soon



HakoneDayDreamer, notes: got a little off track... oops...