Final Days

February 2027

Day 57
Something's changed in me. The fear is still there, but it's different, tempered by something else—something darker. I feel... stronger, more certain, like I'm becoming what the book wants me to be. The whispers aren't just whispers anymore—they're my thoughts, my desires. I'm losing myself in them, and I don't care.
I spent the day studying the book, letting the symbols wash over me, their meaning sinking into my bones. I don't understand it all yet, but I don't need to. The knowledge is there, waiting, ready to be unlocked when the time is right. The shadows are still outside, but they're restless now, agitated. They can feel the change in me too.
I'm not afraid of them anymore. Let them come. Let them try to take the book. I'll show them what I've become.
Day 58
They attacked last night. I woke to the sound of the barricade breaking, wood splintering, debris scattering across the floor. The shadows poured in, dozens of them, maybe more, all converging on me, their forms twisting and writhing as they moved. But I wasn't afraid.
The book was in my hands before I knew it, the symbols glowing with a dark light, casting twisted shadows across the walls. I could feel its power coursing through me, filling me with strength, with purpose. The shadows hesitated, just for a moment, and that was enough.
I don't know what I did, what words I spoke, but the air around me exploded with energy, a wave of force that sent the shadows recoiling, howling in pain. They weren't expecting it, weren't prepared for the power I held. They tried to retreat, but I didn't let them. I pushed harder, driving them back, tearing them apart with the book's power, until there was nothing left but silence.
When it was over, I stood in the wreckage, the book still glowing in my hands, the whispers louder than ever. They weren't commands anymore—they were praises, adoration for what I'd done. And I felt... good. Satisfied, even. The fear was gone, replaced by something else, something far more dangerous.
Day 59
I'm not the same person I was when I started this journey. I don't know what I am anymore, but I know it's not human. The book's changed me, twisted me into something new, something powerful. I can feel its influence in every thought, every action. And I don't want to fight it anymore.
There's something waiting for me in this city, something the book wants me to find. I can feel it, pulling me toward the heart of Sacramento, toward the place where it all began. The whispers are guiding me now, clear and direct, showing me the way.
I'm not afraid of what I'll find. I'm not afraid of anything anymore.
Let them come. Let them try to stop me. I'll tear this world apart if I have to.
The end is coming, and I'll be the one to bring it.
Day 60
I reached the center of the city today, the place where the whispers have been guiding me. It's a crater, deep and wide, like the earth itself was torn open. The ground around it is scorched, blackened, like it was hit by something unimaginable. This is where it all began, where Judgment Week started. I can feel it, the power still lingering in the air, the echoes of the apocalypse that tore the world apart.
At the bottom of the crater is something... alive. It's not human, not anymore, but I can see the remnants, the twisted remains of what was once a person, now something far more. It's bound to the earth, its flesh fused with the ground, its eyes glowing with the same dark light as the book.
It's waiting for me.
The whispers are screaming now, louder than ever, urging me to join it, to complete the transformation. I can feel the book's power surging through me, connecting me to whatever this thing is, whatever I'm supposed to become.
This is the end. My end. The world's end. And I'm ready.

Day 61
I stood at the edge of the crater, looking down at the thing that was calling me. The book was in my hands, the pages fluttering in the wind, the symbols glowing brighter, burning into my skin. I knew what I had to do. I could see it clearly now, the final step, the last piece of the puzzle.
I jumped into the crater, the ground rushing up to meet me. I felt the impact, but there was no pain, no fear. Just acceptance. The thing at the bottom reached out, its twisted hands grasping for me, pulling me closer, merging with me, becoming one.
The whispers stopped. The world went silent. And then... everything changed.
I can see it all now, the truth of what happened, what's still happening. The world's dying, but it's not over yet. There's still more to come, more to be done. And I'm a part of it now, a part of something bigger, something far beyond human comprehension.
The end is just the beginning.