Calling It a Night

Me and Tara spent some more time building the outpost. We finished putting up the walls on the first level and put up a couple of walls on the second level. Now, we're just calling it a night and relaxing.

"That was a good day's worth of work," I said. "I'm exhausted."

"We sure did get a lot done today, Ricky," Tara replied. "Once we get the ceiling up, we should build some furniture like a bed!"

"Yeah, a bed would be nice," I said. "That probably should've been the first thing we built."

After all that hard work me and Tara did today, a bed sure would've been nice to have right now. I didn't even think about it. My mind has just been so busy thinking about that demon that's so dead set on wanting to kill me.

I yawned. "Well, I'm ready to pass out."

"Me too," Tara replied. "I'm feeling so sleepy right now."

Me and Tara went outside to lie down on the grass. We were holding hands.

"Good night, babe," I said.

"Nights, Ricky," Tara replied.

Well, Tara's asleep. I'm so tired, but I can't seem to sleep because my mind is still thinking about that demon. There has to be a way to defeat it. I can't let it kill me. I have to live. Me and Tara have to get married.

Event:

I'm getting very drowsy. I'm falling asleep. I'm beginning to see a disturbing vision...

I see a demon as tall as the clouds. It holds a sword of fire. It’s burning British Columbia to ash. Me and Tara’s beautiful place of origin, it’s burning away...

I wake up. I'm sweating and gasping for air. I'm trying to process the horrible vision that I just saw.

Conversation:

Tara: Ricky, are you okay? You must have had another disturbing vision.

Richard: It was a horrible vision. I saw a demon as tall as the clouds. It held a sword of fire. It was burning British Columbia to ash.

Tara: That does sound awful, Ricky.

Richard: British Columbia already suffered the calamity of the falling stars, but I think there is more to come, something worse, and I think the recent demon visions I've been having are very telling.

Tara: First, the falling stars, and then next, demons. What's going to be left of our beautiful British Columbia?

Richard: The falling stars already brought British Columbia to ruins. It's dark and disturbing, but I think what's coming next is meant to be the end. When I say the end, I think you know what I mean. I think it's safe to say that we are now living in The Keeper of Time's warning.

Logbook Entry:

I guess that's it. There's no point in denying the reality of it all. It is what it is. There's no point in being afraid anymore because it's going to come no matter what. To live or die, the day is coming where it will be time to face the inevitable...

Logbook Entry:

Darkening ink-colored skies leave traces of distant days. The world we once dreamed of, it was taken away from us. Let us face this apocalypse together...

Logbook Entry:

I can't help but think about the British Columbia that me and Tara used to know. Although most of me and Tara's memories of our past remain lost, from what I remember, British Columbia was such a beautiful place full of life and happiness. It's not like that anymore. The calamity of the falling stars has brought British Columbia, me and Tara's place of origin, to ruins, and it's going to get worse, a lot worse. Based on what I saw in that vision with the demon as tall as the sky that was holding a sword of fire and burning British Columbia to ash, I think the calamity of the falling stars was only the beginning of what I believe is the event that The Keeper of Time had warned me about. It's happening now...