Six Years Later (we are now in first person)

Earth itself has changed a lot in the past while, due to all the movement of the centipedes, large chunks of earth have come loose. Gravity has reached a point in which it is much lesser than before as well.

I am not exactly sure why it has, but I do not care. From what I can tell, it has been exactly six years since the scolopendridae took over. It is January 7th yet again. January 7th, 2040.

The floating islands; you know the chunks I mentioned earlier, are connected by what appear to be vines, yet I cannot exactly tell. They are also too far up to reach. It is dangerous to go near the larger of them due to the shadow they cast. It is also quite cold under them, among other things.

Hygiene is hard to maintain, as there is no electricity and water is limited. Food is hard to come by as well, I mainly eat bugs due to their large population and high protein.

My hair has gotten long, and even curlier as well (which I find to be quite annoying).

I haven't seen the centipedes in a long while, I don't know where they went and frankly it is of no interest to me if they all die. They took so many lives and destroyed everything. Honestly I haven't seen many people in a while either. Not even dead people. At first there were a lot of corpses, and it's not like I've just gone around burying random people. I hope whoever has been burying dead people, doesn't die, and if they do, I hope all the souls of those they buried return the favor.

I've had a lot of time to think about things, like why my Jewish family decided to move to Korea of all places, but those questions are not ones that I'll ever have answered.

Since I don't exactly have a map, I just name places based on particular features they have. Mainly I stick to Gyeongbokgung Palace though, which is a landmark in Seoul for those who don't know.

Now instead of narrating my life in this little Journal of mine, since frankly nobody will ever read it so I could write random things like "I wonder what my mom is doing in hell" or "Damn the air smells bad."- but I'm not going to do that since this is important for me to have note of atmospheric changes.

Again, this is Konrad Eberstein. Or- Konnie, for short, as my dad called me. Wherever his corpse may be...

Looking deep into my little fire I had made. I pondered. But... my trip into my mind scape didn't last long until I was yanked out of it by an eerily familiar sound.

'shik- shik- shik'

And that was the last thing I remembered before being knocked out cold.