It’s been three years and two weeks now since I met another human being. I know because I’ve cut a small notch in my left leg for every day – one in my left arm for every week, and one in my right arm for every year. Admittedly, it’s not the most effective way of keeping track of time, but when I started, I figured I’d be dead or this would be over before it really mattered.
Like I said, I haven’t met any other people for a while. I figured I would write this anyway, just in case, as a warning to others that may be out there.
I ran into something terrible today. Well, the whole dogscape is terrible, but I mean MORE terrible. I think even among the dogscape it’s some sort of crazy abomination. The feral dogs and groundmouths didn’t seen too fond if it either. That screaming is not something I ever hope to hear again, either. But, that’s not the beginning. I’m sorry about this; the blood I’m using doesn’t really come off the paper and I can’t waste any by throwing it away, and not thinking about talking to other people for years has made me sort of bad at thinking in a straight line…but I’ll try. Let me just start over at the beginning.
The day started normally. It was my weekly gathering day, so I left my tent (by the way I left the tent at the foot of the pillar of dogs in the direction of the setting sun, if you want it, but you probably won’t because the skin might have gone bad by now) to collect the dogfruits I would need for the week, and to fill a bag or two with milk. When I got to the place where there should have been teats, there was just a bloody mess where someone had dug deep into the flesh of the dogscape. I didn’t think much of it at first, just that I would need to go looking for a new source of milk.
Then I saw it.
I thought it was another person, at first. If I had stopped to really look, I wouldn’t have had any problems and I wouldn’t be writing this right now. I started shouting to get its attention and I did get its attention, because it turned to me…and then I realized I had made a huge mistake.
Thinking back, the long arms and twisty body should have been my first clue something was wrong. I didn’t really think anything was wrong until it turned towards me, though. I saw what I thought was a head was just a featureless lump of flesh. Its arms unfolded outwards, each arm ending in two canine legs. There was a human face on its chest, which opened its mouth and started screaming. At that point, I figured it was bad news and made a mad dash for the nearest pillar of dogs. It kept running after me, and it was much faster. Somehow, though, I managed to make it and I started scrambling to climb out of its reach. I didn’t get very far before I noticed a sharp pain in my leg. Looking down, I saw it had bitten me with one of the many canine mouths it had on the arm things. I screamed as it pulled me down, but that didn’t do much. I probably would have died if not for what happened next.
Out of nowhere, a mouth I didn’t see before I started climbing bit down on the thing. One in the ground started chewing at it, too, but that didn’t really seem to hurt it. It let go all the same, though. I ran away as fast as I could, but I could hear that screaming long after I was out of sight. I didn’t sleep that night. Just before nightfall tonight, I felt like I had to make sure the dogscape had killed it. I went to the pillar but saw no trace of it. The notebook I tore this paper from was there, though, and I took that.
So now here I am. I am not going to stay around here any longer after I finish this, but finding this notebook made me think maybe there are other people in the area and, if so, maybe I should warn them about things like this. So, if you’re reading this, good luck.
Oh, also, I am moving in the direction of the rising sun. If you can read this you are probably another person, so if you go that direction…maybe we can meet up and be a little better off than we were?