THE EVENT

After 67 days, 13 hours, 9 minutes, and 4 seconds the dust is finally starting to settle, but who’s counting? Maybe now I can see if there are any other survivor’s out there. Honestly, I am not sure how I am still here. I guess I should be grateful that I was labeled a Conspiracy Theorist before the event. If I had not been an avid researcher and truth seeker, I do not believe I would have made it this far.

There were numerous signs before the event happened, but most of humanity went about their lives as if ignoring them would somehow make it go away or not happen. I knew better, including some others out there, they did also. My name is Fauna. I am a 33 year old woman that has only 2 things left that carry sentimental value from the world we once knew. My dog Fudge and a heart shaped locket my mother gave to me a few months before the event. The locket came with a hand written note that said, “Do not open me until you see the grey skies fade.”

After years of trying to convince my parents of what was to come, I finally gave up a few months before the event. It was like my mother knew and knew I was right, but she had to side with my father who was a narrow minded man that referred to my knowledge as hogwash.

He would always say to me, “Go sprinkle your fairy dust somewhere else!” and—“100,000 subscribers to your channel? All that is telling me is there are 100,000 morons out there dumb enough to support your crazy.” You can probably gather that my father and I never saw eye to eye on any topic.

I am grateful for my father in other ways. He instilled in me a solid work ethic, how to fix mechanical devices and make tools on my own. Without that small bit of knowledge, I would not be sitting here today. It was a hard pill to swallow knowing my parents would not survive the event, but I had to accept it and move forward with my preparations.

During the year before the event all I did was prepare. I built my own underground fallout shelter. It is nowhere near bunker status by any means, but it kept Fudge and I alive this whole time. I stocked and stored the supply’s I felt would be absolute in a world that I will not recognize, if I ever got to see the light of day again.

Fudge and I lived off of canned beans and beef jerky for the most part, actually we still are, but I will attempt to grow some food once the dust clears a bit more. I tried to inform the world to be prepared and a how to survive guide, if my theories were correct. All of my theories were backed by scientific evidence.

The thing most people missed was collecting all of the data from many different sources and time frames getting it all in one place so you could see the bigger picture - more so, to show that the event had already happened on planet earth and would happen again. The one thing no one could predict nor could scientific data pin point, was when the event would happen. I gathered as much research, analysis, data, and scientific evidence as I could in the recent years before the event.

During those years I blasted that information on my channel religiously, in hopes it would reach even one other human deep enough for them to get off their ass and do something about it. I had no idea when the event was to come, but I wasn’t about to waste any time in case it was sooner than later. Good thing I did, I think. At times, I am not so sure surviving was the best outcome. Thoughts I have been having lately are bringing feelings of dread. I must know if there are any other humans out there or am I the only one.

Most people on earth had heard of or knew the biblical flood story. That story stuck with me throughout my life regardless of religious upbringing or my personal spiritual growth that shed all religious conformities later on in life. There was always the scientific anomaly factor that drew me back in. I am standing in that story right now. Except, I am not Moses and I was not willing to build an ark nor did I want to be stuck in a flood for forty days and nights. So I went above the waters to a Colorado peak at 11,000 feet in elevation. There are many reasons I choose this location.

The event will rise forgotten lands out of the ocean and sink the lands we call home to the depths of the sea. The event will transform desserts into lakes and lakes into desserts. The event will create magnificent land masses similar to the Grand Canyon while burying monuments, pyramids, and our history. The event will wipe out most life on earth, but not all life. Earthquakes of epic proportion alongside erupting volcanos and Yellowstone’s last hoorah!

As I look down the mountain through the small opening in the dust, I see most of the lands still have a thick blanket of dust hoovering above blocking out the sun completely. I am above looking down and I cannot see the ground underneath. For all I know it could be a vast ocean now.

Being stuck in a fallout shelter for almost 70 days you have a lot of time to think about what once was, what is, and what could be. I often think to myself, will the human race actually survive this time, and not so much if I will survive what’s to come. Just because I am here after the fact doesn’t mean that the odds aren’t against me making it one month outside the shelter.

I have to stay grateful for the time I do have after the event and if I make it long enough to see all of the grey blanket lift, I will feel exceptionally special to be one human that knew the world as it once was, while seeing the world as it is today. I will be able to experience earth in the purest sense; in her most natural state without alteration. Will I experience all of this without another human? Will I ever know if I am the only one?

Mom, can I please open the locket now?

Biscuit 6.29.2021