Lost Records of the Foundation

Do Not Forget

"My name is Jackie Woods. I think anyways.
I have very little memory of who I am, or even how I've got here...

Ok, let's start from the beginning!
I am a Caucasian 24 year old male. I worked under? Someone?
Construction, or some kind of job that involved building maybe? I am wearing construction boots, and ripped up jeans with saw dust on them.
Goddamnit! Why can't I remember shit! Fuck!
This is weird!
What's going on!"

Entry 1
I don't know why I'm writing this. But it's best to write something so I don't go insane. Perhaps someone will find this.
It feels like it's been 2 days. But I don't feel hungry, tired, or anything really.
This place is like where I Once lived. In the distance near what I think at one point, was the Mercer county court house here in the town of Princeton. The buildings around me were "eviscerated" if that makes sense. As if a small bomb was let off and black shadows of People are littered on the streets.

I make my way to the courthouse and find rusted military, and evacuation signs. But there's no one around,just some what looks to be remnants of temporary emergency medical camps. Old hazmat suits were strung along everywhere! Along with some medical supplies.
I also found a nine-eleven pistol and, a rusty combat knife. In a ruined survival backpack in the corner. I Thought to myself this could be "useful" hopefully. I awkwardly try to put the combat knife in between the crevasse of my sock, and thick leather of my construction boot.
In my mind I thought it would be a bad idea to start calling out for people because there was literally NO ONE! And I don't want to find out the reason that is.

The sun also looked a little strange. It was a grayish-blue. As if it was made of stone. However it still gave off a light glow; similar to that of the moon.
"Mmmmm"
I said to myself exiting what is left of the courthouse coming to the conclusion there is absolutely no one around; all while realizing I don't hear no birds, dogs, or... anything for that matter.
Should I be worried? Like how the hell did I even get here. None of this makes sense. Or at least I don't think it does.

Entry 2
I also have come to the conclusion...
I can't even remember the names of my friends, and family. No matter how many times I try to remember. I can't! Something obviously happened here. To say I am confused would be a understatement.
Perhaps I am in some kind of alternate dimension. Something just feels wrong here. I don't think time passes like it should in this place. I think I've Been here for 3 days. Wandering...
The only sounds I could hear was my feet scraping on the mixture of dirt and rubble on the streets. The slight wind on the horizon felt "different."
It felt like my skin was being lightly cut.
Not really painful. Just annoying...

Entry 3
I think I'm starting to have memories that aren't mine. I hope not anyway. Some of them are a little disturbing. Just images of blood and screams.
This is also my 4th day in this place. As of writing this I made it to a what used to be a Taco Bell, I think.
It's been wrecked for a while. Hell, this entire town is in shambles. The tires on most of the cars are rotting away.
None of this feels right. Feels incredibly wrong. As if I just accidentally walked in on a crime scene.
What happened..

Entry 4
Ok!... well it's been I want to say 5th-6th day here. I think anyway. One thing I've noticed is that time here doesn't work like it should. It honestly feels like the sun takes way longer to go down. Ever since I got here, what feels like days. The sun hasn't moved much. In fact it's just now turning to night. There is no use for sleep here. I feel like sleeping might be a bad idea for now. I don't know why. I just got a really bad feeling...

Entry 5
I've noticed these entry's are getting smaller. It doesn't bother me. However, I have also noticed it is taking me longer to do things. I struggle to do basic things like count, or write.
It's probably nothing but who knows, maybe this place is starting to affect me mentally.
Miscellaneous stuff like my political views, favorite food, and even where I went to high school I am all struggling to remember.

Entry 6?
Day... whatever at this point. The night is starting to fully settle, but who knows how long it will last. Like I said. Time isn't right here.
I am far behind what I thought was a Taco Bell.
I thankfully made it to an abandoned residential area on the far side of town. Don't know which side due to all the heavy debris littered everywhere. I found a house that was surprisingly in good condition, all that was really wrong was it had a few broken windows.
I keep thinking I'm hearing things. Like a bird chirping, or foot steps behind me . Only for split seconds at a time. It's concerning, but I think I'll be fine.
Im sitting in what's left of a dining area of the house. Pretty good size, enough to fill an entire family. It also once again feels like literally everything in this place isn't "right."
It's dark. I feel like something is gonna "snap". I'm probably just paranoid.
Also speaking of a dining area. This kinda reminds me of how I have forgotten what most food tastes like. Because apparently I don't need food, and There isn't any here anyway. At least not any I could find.
At this point the only thing keeping me sane is writing in this stupid journal!

Entry???
The wind has stopped. Everything is quiet. Don't know what to do besides wait here. I'm in the town square, and there is the remnants of a old railroad museum. The building collapsed in on itself a long time ago. Rust and iron are the only personified storytellers here. I remember seeing a sign that says "Mercer Street" a while back... little broken down shops surround the sides of the street.

I'm starting to hear things again...

I started walking along the train tracks. At this railroad museum at the end of Mercer Street.
Oddly enough this little section was the only place I didn't have a Permanent brain fog. I could actually think. No voices, or shadows in the corners of my eyes.
Just pure white noise. It was therapeutic....

Entry... [Redacted]
The white noise was a LIE!
I'm fading!
Just like everything here.
I'm dying...I think.
My fingers aren't there any more. My mind is cracking at the seam. I know what happened to the people here. I may not know how I got here. But I know the truth! But little did I know this was the end of it all.
If anyone finds this. End your suffering before it's to late.
I'm gonna leave this journal, audio logs, and this colt 1911 pistol here on the court house steps. If anyone is out there. And u just so happen to find these records. And there is no way out for you. PLEASE! Do yourself a favor and take the gun I left and put the barrel in your mouth and PULL THE DAMN TRIGGER!
Don't let THEM find you...

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