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Happy Monday! Again, new entries every week from my apocalyptic horror series the Greenland Diaries. Enjoy the monsters. They're everything to the story in so many ways.

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Patrick W. Marsh 18h ago

The Greenland Diaries: Day 64

There was rain last night, which I was thankful for, since I needed to collect the rainwater and store it. The thunderstorm surprised us, and soon the walls of the shed were rattling against the winds. I thought it was going to come apart against the thrashing, and flutter into the darkness like a pair of metal wings.

Snowy and I would be left alone in the maelstrom, and she’d probably run off into the rain. Luckily, this didn’t happen, though it felt like it would with every boom of thunder. Snowy shook uncontrollably. I had to hold her tightly to my chest to get her to stop.

The storms lasted for nearly the entire night, and didn’t stop until early morning when the sunlight was blue and barely alive. The weather was intense. It was like all these plants had stopped the rain from coming, and that energy had been bottled up for one primal rage. Fog billowed off the layers of the plants and blocked out all the empty spaces between the houses and trees. I didn’t move when the fog was out, it was too thick and smoky, like a thousand giant spiders had spun an uneven web.

It could be a trick, a ruse of the daylight to hide the Unnamed in amongst these ground clouds. I watched the billows for spikes and claws but saw nothing. Just the same houses and alleyways I had always known. It wasn’t until the very last edges of the fog faded to nothing, that I left my shed.

During the day I collected my rainwater from the containers I had spread throughout the neighborhood. Most of them were bottles, and gallon jugs, and each was at least half full. I covered each one and buried them in shallow spots in my yard. I made sure not to leave any tracks for the Unnamed to find in the night.

Each day I’ll go a little further into the neighborhood, in the effort to avoid the Unnamed. It must’ve been a fluke. In the nearly seventy days of this event, I’ve never witnessed an Unnamed out in the sunlight.

I’m praying it’s a fluke.

Snowy had some sort of allergic reaction when I let her out after the fog went away. Her ears and head became full of lumps and hives, and her eyes swelled up, so they looked like they were about to pop out of her forehead. I found some Benadryl and gave her a teaspoon of it. I hope that works. She threw up too and is breathing hard.

I’ve never been so helpless.

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