Squeaky_Kittah

This was originally a delicious box of old scrap personal diaries that follow a stranger. Although as the further into the books I became, I had the urge in seeking the rest of it. 

Given this was a time of machines. I had my luck in finding the right souls. A sort of system has scanned, registered and submitted all data into some hidden storage database. 

Apparently 'any alterations were consult with administrator. All data from corresponding subjects was included among the scanned records, sometimes blended into the narrative. Makes for easier storage and reading flow.' I wasn't the only one who fell into the reading then. 

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Real Author (Kittah): 

This story is not a typical female lead novel, not a lot of romance but coping in a post apocalypse. Which I don't get why female lead novels have to have a element of romance. It starts out as a diary should but further on, things change. The world around was the one we know of now but this story is later set in the unknown future. At times it can feel like I am trying to write a horror novel, but that's not what it is. This really is just a bumpy journey of a female character. 

I must rewrite my disclaimer which is the author note of chapter one. This seems like it relevant to today with the global pandemic. However the inspiration is my personal experience during the swine flu outbreak in the UK around 2012 or 2013. The majority of this story is prewritten but I have been changing it since putting it online. 

And, yes story does spill over into the author notes. You will understand in the later chapters. It's a writer's choose.

May the odds be in your favor.

Dairies of a lost soul; Beyond Boundaries.

Must leave for food and drink. I can not keep ignoring that problem or I will end up as pale thin as Mr Bones. My turn to have adventure away from musty book pages. 


Observational data books for written entries, evidence collecting kit and precompiled methods of detector traps. To capture myself a living breathing friend to talk to. Drool about... ugh... strike 190. New ways to protect myself if the encounter is too hostile or unable to carry decent conversations. 


I also have myself a ton of tricket finding.  Goldsmiths shop for their tools or a tech shop for gadgets to play with. Garden shop or a florist for plant chemicals and tools again. 


Anything really I can build things or make into resource gathering... like a water filter for the roof drainage pipes... make clean drinking water from the condensation. 


Just desperate for company. A friend. A conversational buddy. Even talking to my vegetable plants is not working out. 


I gained a lot of stuff that had been drive back by a car I fixed up. I had to break the  seat to fit my long arms and legs in. I hit it big with this huge store. It wasn't a food place. It was a do it yourself build project sort. It had all the tools, ropes, pipes and marine wood. Nails, bolts and screws. Water collecting basins for sustainable gardening. Pumps. New gears. 


It was raided before me. Someone took fencing, wood panels, kitchen cabinets and weird things. They took all the chemicals... all of them. The garden area was poisonous plants only left. They took the orchard trees, vegetables and edible flowers. Very exact things. They took blades like saw attachments. Not chains saw or bothered with lawn mower blades. All the workable light torches, light bulbs and battery packs. Attempting to drag a several electrical generators or fleeces them for parts. 


I left some capture evidence things to attempt to find if they still come here. I am sure the resources they left would be worth them coming back for. 


They really could need help with a working a generator... which made me make a copy of the staff electrical generator guide with a unboxed packed generator at ease to take. I left a note with where to find me if they need my help. I doubt they well bother... but its worth a shot. 


I got back as I said before... nothing around the library had fallen apart while I was gone. No forced entries or such things. Plenty of space for me to make a self watering system. 


Made it onto the roof and played about the gutter for soil. My dismay of no birds here. 


No living ones. I collected the bones of several birds and reconstructed them to stand up with wire. Now Mr bones has birds. 


I found a new cool book in the locked basement section. Only finished the first 10 chapters... I can't stop wanting to read it. 


It were of voodoo practices, documented by a explorer and historian. Talk of all sorts of lost superstitious things from 1900's. Based on the calender I knew when I was fully human.


Recovery A4