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🚷 Not alone




Log entry: Moon 315


Hi, Lucas, here. When I woke up this morning, the car's gas marked twenty-seven kilometers left. I've been driving for four days, and I have relaxed a bit. It has been a good start. The last sign I saw marked only ten kilometers away. The old city of Constantinople isn't far away. 

    At the next gas station, I stopped the march just to admire Sultanbeyli. The next step is simple, I want to enter Hagia Sophia and wait there some weeks. I saw in an old book that there is a wire on the left-wing of the building. If I can find it, the main gate will open. Let's see.

    Well, I think it is time to go.

    I got to the place faster than I thought. Not a single truck, car, or SUV were in the way. However, my biggest surprise was finding the steel wire wasn't there, but the main gate was already open. The news before the virus reported thousands of Muslims hiding inside of the temple. I think the last one of them must have let the door open, trying to escape.  


    Wait...I will stop writing. Something looks really strange here. 



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Emotional Platform, oral record - Week 45


 "We took people for granted. We took pleasure for granted. I treated Marina as something temporary. I would like to talk with else." Man, this is the 29th time I write the same stuff. My notes are the most depressive thing on earth. Actually, I am the only human on the planet. The sky is my friend. I go crazy. I have no friends, in fact. I own nothing but the world. I run. Please! Someone help me!

    I have been eighty days in this gorgeous mosque. Help! These endless marble columns and their irregular shapes produce anxiety. I do not want to be here anymore, the Food is finishing. Please! I miss Peru. My wife, my life...


    A sound interrupted him. He left his reconding machine there. Then, a person jumped from one window. Facing the altar. The quick movement had happened in front of him. 


    "Who are you?" said the voice behind Lucas. 

    What the heck—?" responded the traveler.

    "A human! A real human! Yes!" said Ajmal. He had grabbed the other guy from it's back and was suffocating him. The fabulous black kindjal in his right hand was sharp.   

    "Could you put down your pocket knife, please? I'm looking for Food." Lucas gasped.

    "Food? There is no food inside this mosque. There is nothing but dead. I ate everything they left." answered Ajmal. His harsh voice was uncombined with his bright clothing. 

    "Have you tried human flesh?"

    "No, yet. Even though the virus leaves the body intact. I am not stupid to do it and infect myself."

    "Nothing happens; I've done it before."

    "So, I am not alone..."

    "Technically, not anymore. But you were, man. How much time have you lived here? It is incredibly clean."

    "Almost twelve weeks. This place had enough canned Food to survive alone. Where are you coming from? I arrived in Spain when the whole shit started, but I am Peruvian, and you?"

    "Please release me. I can barely breathe," muttered Lucas.

    "There you go, kid. Welcome to my house. Let me give you some water. Follow me."

    Damn, I'm not alone, Lucas thought. This is great...


Onward...

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