Apocalypse Soonish

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Day 3

Dear Journal,

I awake in a damp, dark room. Possibly a cell. I shake my head free of sleep and a likely concussion and try to remember the salient events that led me here.

• I was frozen in 2017 but have been prematurely thawed
• The world as I knew it has been destroyed
• I have befriended a well-spoken possum named Virginia
• We were captured by a band of apes capable of speech, albeit monosyllabic
• We were lead back to their den and encountered their seeming leader, an enormous white comedian chicken
• I have been separated from Virginia and find myself imprisoned in the den

I must learn what happened to cause this destruction and madness. Then I must try to undo it. I remember that Virginia was on the verge of describing these events when she was clobbered into unconsciousness. Maybe if I find her, I can …

Hold on, Journal. Don’t make a noise. Someone or something approaches my cell —

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A window high above me opens, sending in a blinding shaft of light. Three objects clunk to the hard floor. The window closes again.

I blindly reach for these mysterious objects and discover that they are —

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A bottle of fetid but welcome water
An enchilada wrapped in foil (even more welcome)
A box containing a beer koozy, three ethernet cables, a t-shirt, and what seems to be a clip-on light or lamp of some kind, and a patch or badge emblazoned with a single “V”

I contemplate this strange assortment of goods while wolfing down my enchilada. With no power supply I cannot use the light. And the other products seem absolutely … worthless.

Are they gifts from a benevolent stranger? Or some kind of strange joke courtesy of my insane primate captors?

I have little time to contemplate, for as I write this more footsteps approach. I hurry to hide my “goods” in a corner just in time before —