The App: App-ocalypse (1)

Evening 1 - Hitting the streets

Dear diary... Gosh what am I, a twelve year-old? Who am I kidding?

I only started to write this morning but so much things has happened since. First of all, the really bad news to top them all: I still haven't got a word from my parents and I'm so worried about them. I'm currently refreshing my inbox every twenty seconds - but let's be real they don't have their computer so how are they supposed to send me anything?

So this morning I decided to go on the street to get some fresh air. Clearly I didn't really think this through, otherwise I wouldn't have gone. I mean, what's your first reaction when you learn hundreds - possibly thousands - of people just dropped on the floor after receiving a notification on their phone? Right, you're not going the fuck out of your home.

Well, meet Eliza Fedge, the girl who clearly didn't have any basic skill at reacting as a normal person.

Once on the street I immediately realized my mistake. There were bodies everywhere on the pavement. I mean not literally everywhere of course, but enough to give you this creepy feeling of walking amongst corpses.

However there was this inexplicable feeling of quiet peace coming from the scene I had before my eyes and I couldn't help but walked between them. And fortunately for my mental health I wasn't alone doing that.

Things get even weirder when I recognized Mrs Bloom, our neighbor, lying a mile from me. She was the old cat lady type of woman and seeing her lying on the pavement, as if she was sleeping, was way more creepy that anything I could have imagined. I never really liked her and I hadn't have the strength to move her body back home, but I was full of pity for her. And still crept out. And I can't get this image of her out of my head.

I walked for two hours. I've seen so much bodies and so much people looking for their friends and family. There was a sense of chaos you usually see on the movies, but at the same time everything was really peaceful and quiet. That's why I was so surprised when I caught a hobo stealing from the body of a man lying in the middle of a road!

Actually I was so pissed that I tried to stop him. When he saw me yelling at him, he just laughed and continued his robbery. And I guess he was sort of right to do so because once more I hadn't have the strength to stop him. And he perfectly knew that so why bother? Oh, this is sick.

I started to walk back home and couldn't stop thinking of what I just saw. If this hobo was stealing this man here, what could happen elsewhere to those bodies? It was a terrible thought imagining those thousands of bodies being robbed, or worse. There were so many psychos on Earth...

Finally, I ran back home, terrified of what I could still discover from the street. As the time goes on, I think more and more about this situation. Night has fallen again now. Anybody can do anything to them, to the Sleepers as the media called them. I mean beside stealing their money anyone can steal their keys and then go to their home, or decide to rape them or... Stop thinking. Still no email, of course.

Once back home, I looked again at the computer and was relieved for a bit. I talked to my bestfriend in the world, Cassandra. We are the same. We know each other for so long that we're watching the same things on TV, loving the same novels and laughing at the same jokes. As an only child, it was and is still great having someone like Cassandra to pretend we are sisters. She was away from town for the holidays but she still had a Wi-Fi connection on her camping.

That is, until six pm. As if the chaos we were living wasn't enough, the government decided to cut off every fucking access to the Internet. Watching the TV, I learnt that this was because they were scared the Application could be sent via Internet in what they already call "a second wave".

The Application. That's what everyone is talking about. Sure we don't have phones nor Internet, but there's still TV. Everyone is trying to understand what this application was about - but the real problem is that no one awake saw it.

There's two sorts of cellphones: those who went dead like mine and those who turned into a white-screen with a strange black logo on it, like a QR code. Except we can't use any phone to read the code. Eventually those phones ran or will run out of battery. And that's all folks.

All the investigations are slowed down by a lack of technology devices. "Without our phones and now without Internet, there's not a lot of things we can test about this App. We can't even trace back the signal!" complained a so-called expert on TV. Thanks guys, good job!

During the afternoon, we learnt that the president was a sleeper himself. Great to know we're even more screwed than we thought, I guess. They also interviewed a lot of doctors trying to satisfy their massive audience with concrete answers that no one had. The coma was as inexplicable as the App. No one understood what happened or how it was possible that a large part of the population just collapsed like that.

Quickly enough, they also spoke about Robbers attacking the Sleepers and adviced "children, women and weak people" to stay at home - a sentence that clearly tickled my feminism even though I did choose to stay at home. The government didn't take any measures about the Sleepers and it seems that they will be staying outside for the night, deep in their comas. It's so weird to think about that.

Actually I don't know what to think about, the situation seems to be hopeless for sleepers and for the world. Most of the accidents provoked by the App are now dealt with, but we're only entering the consequences of what happened this morning. A lot of countries doesn't have a leader anymore and those who have one are talking about war - even though no one seems to be able to identify the enemy. Some countries already declared war to others and conflicts have started somewhere in the East - they say it's hard to have news from the rest of the world without using the Internet. Also a reporter was apparently being molested in the West of the country by Robbers. Journalists talked about "some kind of Civil Revolution happening there now that we're deprived of strong leadership". Screwed up, that's what we are.

I'm clearly afraid and I decided to stop watching the news. It's passed midnight and I can still hear people lurking in the street, probably attacking Sleepers now.

What has the world become? It seems anarchy is on our way tonight and I don't know how to deal with that. What am I supposed to do? Writing does feel good but it is clearly not enough dad.

Dad... I still don't have any news from my parents and yes, I keep refreshing my inbox even though there's no Internet. What can I say? Hope is a powerful thing.

I think I'm going to try to sleep and keep hoping that this is all a nightmare.

Also, I'm seriously considering starting to pray, which is something I've never even done before in my life.

We're definitely screwed up.