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Dairies of a lost soul; Beyond Boundaries.

This was originally a delicious box of old scrap personal diaries that follow a stranger. Although as the further into the books I became, I had the urge in seeking the rest of it. Given this was a time of machines. I had my luck in finding the right souls. A sort of system has scanned, registered and submitted all data into some hidden storage database. Apparently 'any alterations were consult with administrator. All data from corresponding subjects was included among the scanned records, sometimes blended into the narrative. Makes for easier storage and reading flow.' I wasn't the only one who fell into the reading then. ___________________________________ Real Author (Kittah): This story is not a typical female lead novel, not a lot of romance but coping in a post apocalypse. Which I don't get why female lead novels have to have a element of romance. It starts out as a diary should but further on, things change. The world around was the one we know of now but this story is later set in the unknown future. At times it can feel like I am trying to write a horror novel, but that's not what it is. This really is just a bumpy journey of a female character. I must rewrite my disclaimer which is the author note of chapter one. This seems like it relevant to today with the global pandemic. However the inspiration is my personal experience during the swine flu outbreak in the UK around 2012 or 2013. The majority of this story is prewritten but I have been changing it since putting it online. And, yes story does spill over into the author notes. You will understand in the later chapters. It's a writer's choose. May the odds be in your favor.

Squeaky_Kittah · Horror
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Sanford Ledger Middle scrapbook - 29th and 30th images

The development of the community noted as Sanford has been shown through images. The same spot but imagines taken as more came to populate the area. As houses were cleaned, street restored and life taking hold. This was until these images.

One was taken around the first settler found the area. A self image. Stood on two, a tail and torn fancy clothing. Long face and tail present. This clearly was a mutated plague victim. The area around where they stood was with the broken glass and random thrown furniture. Indicating age. They stood by a wall, maybe in measuring themselves with it. The calculation of height would be for anyone with giants DNA, common in those whom had worked in zoo areas with patients like giraffe and elephants.

In the second image, their clothes may have changed like the community around them. But still they weren't aged at all. Their height indifferent from the image before. Passing time was obvious from the surrounding area being modernized. could have been taken in the last week, by the look of the gardens. They seem stood further away from the camera, so the illusion of being the same height could not be reliable. No sign of illness and skin was clean.

Notes are written, language not in database. Must be sent to orbit language translator for proper study. Such isn't possible due to high radiation levels seeping from the pages. All further pages of this scrapbook is written in this dialect. No further images.

Images presented to the community all at agreement that this is the witch doctor. Who left 4 weeks before scout arrival.

All collected images of Sanford has been lead glass sealed and hung in the public gallery along the community town hall. Warning labels of radiation poisoning has been indicated at the door.

The remaining pages of the scrapbook of 'Sanford' has been sealed and sent to warehouse for lab study. Details of hand writing, language and ink quality will be completed there. Most results will arrive upon next community stop.

Conclusion of Sanford:

The mythical witch doctor has evidence of validity. Marking for the reason for why sudden sprung settlements are rising from the ashes without network connectivity to any city. The trend of small developments proves that life out in the ash can be possible.

Sanford is looking to be wiped out by the next oncoming storm - but the people here believe they can live through it. Those who are to afraid to stay are being evaluated by us, given temporary shelter in the dome city tents.

There is no room for make believe in a time of death. We are sent to scout for communities like this one. To offer a way to evade the fallout category 10. The scrapbooks are a reoccurring for every town found. Ignored as a fluke of a fairy tale.

I personally am not sure if the witch doctor is good being. Inviting folks to die away from civilization. There has to be a second agenda with what has to be a alien visitor.