Log of my time during the end of the world.
Day? Unknown...
I've been stuck in the radio tower of my hometown for a long time now. The hours, days, and weeks all blend together in an unholy concoction of exhaustion and dehydration.
The temperature is rising by the minute. The only substance that can survive this... This thing is dried meat.
I don't know how long I can hold on. I can hear their cries now- Thousands of voices, crying out in pain as their melted flesh binds together and sloshs about. You can still see some bones in the piles of skin that were once human, but it was charred beyond saving.
They were always beyond saving. The moment the lava touched them, they weren't human anymore. Only massive blobs of writhing bodies lured others out into the world to meet the same fate.
They were quicker than the lava, however I was able to remove a lot of the places they could've grabbed hold of to climb up here.
Yet the faint glow in the distance showed my fate was inevitable. The crawling liquid was a death that loomed over all and drew closer with nothing able to stop it in sight. All of it spilled from one volcano that continues to bubble at this very instance.
The sludge is at the border now, and I can feel this thing beginning to lean from the heat.
I've tried my hardest to make it this far, yet it seems like it was never enough.
If this tape survives, and if any humans survive long enough to find this tape, then just know I don't envy you.
For my suffering is over. I know soon I will become nothing more than the blobs you see out your window now.
Yet that'll be all I will be. My life is over. My frail, barely standing body, will soon become one with the massive pile that haunts this town, and towers over sky scrapes- My weak bones will be nothing compared to the population of New York City, which was now all turned to mush.
I may be dead, but death is a mercy granted to the ones who have fought.
I am facing an end that you're still waiting for.
It's just a matter of time before you join us too.