May somethingth, 2022.
"I never should have picked up this damned locket...
As I write this journal entry, I curse myself for my own stupidity. Always the scavenger, of course I picked it up. Of course I did. Stupid, stupid, stupid! It was so pretty, and practically begged for me to take it, especially with that glowing red thing in the center! I swore I saw its ruby light for miles before I finally found it and more. For three days it haunted me, called to me, and I followed its call and searched for it.
Until I found it.
Clutched in the grasp of a decaying corpse, that should have been my first clue to run far away from it. This thing....this gold, heart shaped locket. It was filthy, encrusted with years of death and rain and dust. It took about an hour of scrubbing and rinsing to reveal to me its gold color. It was locked, of course it was, a tiny key hole hidden behind the red gem.
Why?
I wonder where its key is? What's inside of it? It was pretty. A perfectly rounded heart, little dark swirls carved into the front and back on a strong gold chain. The center of the back of the heart is a bit faded in color, indicating to me it's been worn a lot. When I shake it I can hear something moving inside. What? What? What?I can't pry it open, I try every day and every day it denies me access. Almost as if on purpose.
Or I'm going mad and growing weak from dehydration. Or exhaustion... I'm hungry. I know if I could just open this locket, its contents will be my salvation. I know it.
Why else would it have called to me? My heart... I wear it close to mine for safe keeping. I WILL find the key. Even if I have to search every crack and crevice and corpse left on this destroyed Earth. I will have it. I will..."
The day after May somethingth, 2022.
"This. Damned. Locket.
I found some food today. that was cool. Some canned soup and an orange. Can't remember the last time I had one of those. What the hell is in this locket?! It sits against my chest, around my neck, burns curiosity into my physical being. I tried to pry it open in my sleep last night, apparently, woke up and my fingertips were bloodied, nails broken and bent. It made my empty stomach turn and I vomited nothing for what seemed like forever.
This makes me crazy. Why was it so hard to open? Who made the lock on this thing, God? No. No, nothing about this situation, this existence, had anything to do with him anymore. This was all pure Hell, from the ruined buildings to the smell of decay everywhere. The fact that I have to search for things to defend myself with and find ways to feed myself. Which reminds me, I'm running out of options here, time to move to the next block. To search elsewhere. I need water, for sure. I have one bottle left, and this food I found today will only last me the night. I swore I heard footsteps last night, a clatter in the house next to the one I'm holed up in.
We need to move someplace safer. Safer for me. Safer for my heart...
I won't need to do this much longer. No, when I find the key and open this locket, my heart shaped locket.... my heart shaped locket will bring me my salvation. It will bring me peace. It has to. It has to...
End this nightmare.
Why else would it be so resistant to open for me? Why else does it haunt my dreams? Why else would it hurt me so?
Why won't it open?
What's inside?"
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