Dear diary. Today the day of our lord October 13th 2018 we ate dirt and sat at the side of the road just like on many other such rainy days.
Ms. Mitchell, our neighbor during these sad times has passed away. She didn't make it to her 45th birthday.
The Jones' just a block away decided to feast on her corpse. Having eaten nothing but dried fruit yesterday I can hardly blame them.
Fillers' likes no longer illuminate the world with his divine light. Just this afternoon some soldiers passed by and I talked to them as they were headed for the eastern front.
Demoralized that they would end up much like those that had marched before them they cried out his name: "Filler, Filler, Filler". "If he doesn't return" one said "I don't think we can keep this up".
Alas is this how the free world would end. Not with a bang but with a whimper?
Whenever would Filler return? We didn't know. All we could do was wait for the smallest ray of sunshine to break through the clouds and end this seemingly never ending nightmare.
