Descended Upon Them All.

On Thursday 28th July 2008, it’s exactly a week after the mysterious fog rolled into the city of Winchester, England.

The fog that had settled here for a week, has now disappeared and left behind utter destruction, the state of the city.

A couple of clean up crews have been sent in to transform the city back into its former glory. The army have been sent in to investigate the city, which are now currently rolling into the city, as the line of trucks drive past the “Welcome to the city of Winchester.” Sign.

The police, paramedics and firefighters crews, have been here from the late morning around half 10. But the time is now just past 1 in the afternoon, and there’s still plenty to do, still plenty to clean, repair or replace.

There were plenty of reports of strange happenings, while the fog had engulfed the city, even making global news, but no news reporter with their camera crew dared to step foot into the foggy city. But there were plenty camped out on the fog-less boarders, and are still there now, waiting for the all-clear..

A convey of army trucks are now travelling down the rubbish-filled road, past the great cathedral and swiftly entering the city centre, driving past two police officers trying to detain a naked person, that looks to be completely crazy, as he is lashing out at them, a couple of whacks of their batons beat the person down, so they can put the cuffs on and chuck him in the back of the police van.

The once beautiful city, now looks like a bomb has hit it, then another bomb has hit again straight away after, and this process has been repeated a few more times, the constant sounds of alarms going off coming from broken into shops, flaming cars, burning buses is enough to give anyone a headache, turning them off needs to be the first job of the police, bring a bit of peace back to the city.

One of the army truck stops next to a burnt out car, while the others keep going to investigate residential areas.

A soldier opens the hatch at the back of the truck, and all of the soldiers begin jumping out, all of the soldiers faces are covered by a bandana, only their eyes are visible.

Hearing over the blaring alarms is a helicopter above, by the looks of it, it’s a news one trying to be the first to get the scoop of a story, because the police still have the city locked off from any unauthorised personnel entering.

The mission of the soldiers is to clear out all the shops, to make sure they are clear from any crazies, and bring out any wounded people to be healed.

Hearing the soldiers cocking their guns, that are loaded with fake bullets, under strict instructions to NOT kill the crazies, the crazy ones that are caught will be shipped off to a secret lab for testing.

The soldiers decide to split up into a three groups of three. One of the group decides to enter into a clothing store, the other enters into a coffee shop.

The trio we are currently following begin their march towards a Tes Co Express, which are on high alert, as they approach the automatic doors, that slide open when the sensor picks up they are near, all three with their guns at the ready, ready to fire at anything or anyone that’s crazily running towards them.

As they stand in the entrance of the store. “Hello! It’s the army, is anyone in here!” A soldier shouts loudly.

Looking around for a second or two waiting for a response or for crazy person to emerge. The lights within the store are flickering, the alarm is blaring, there is products spilled over the floor, shelves have been torn down, glass smashed all over the place, shopping baskets broken all over the floor, some are even on the shelves, smashed jars of cooking sauces all over the place, you wouldn’t want to cook with these though, chilli con carne with shards of glass for that extra crunch, anyone?

As it is only an express store there’s not loads of isles to cover, one of the solider does a hand gesture, meaning for them to split up, each person taking an isle, the solider we are watching begins walking down an isle, a humming fridge on his left and destroyed shelving on his right, stepping over spilled milk, kicking the empty carton away.

He notices a couple of steps ahead is a book, well by the looks of it it’s a diary with a note attached, he quickly approaches and squats down to retrieve the book, holding it up to read the note.

The sellotaped note reads. “If I am not with this diary, please read. This should help you understand what the fuck happened here.” Then the note is signed of with the name ‘Charlie.’

The soldier decides to keep the book to give to the General, it might help, he tucks it in the back of his waistband, then he proceeds with the investigation, hearing the alarm getting silenced, one down 50 to go. .

Once the trio have left the shop after finding no crazies or injured people, they meet with the other two groups back on the street, the rest of the soldiers are discussing amongst themselves the next place to clear out.

The soldier with the diary in hand approaches the General, that was just talking to a leaving police officer. The General is an older gentleman, with dark facial features, he wears a strict facial expression, that looks like permanent, not a smile or laugh in years.

The soldier offering out the diary to the General. “I found this in the sweep of Tes Co sir.”

The General snatches the diary from the soldiers grip, watching his eyes scan the message on the front, while the soldier is looking over the right shoulder of the General, seeing a female paramedic tending to a cowering woman, that’s scared to death.

The words of the General, makes the soldier look back at him. “Thank you Sergeant Moolah, you are dismissed.”

Sergeant Moolah speaks. “One more thing sir, we noticed there was a seating and sleeping area with food and drink packages scattered around the place in the warehouse, like some people had been made camp there.”

The general responds. “Thank you sergeant, keep an eye out for them survivors, and let the other platoons know.”

Sergeant Moolah with a stomp of his feet, and straightening himself out saluting the General which salutes back, Sergeant Moolah turns and returns back to the other soldiers.

The General lets out a heavy sigh, tapping the diary a couple of times in his other hand. He’s looking around at the city centre, at the destruction which has been left behind from the fog and the chaotic citizens, looking at a person that’s apart of the clean up crew, across the street in front of the nightclub, sweeping glass and rubbish into a pile.

The General looks down and opens the diary, seeing lots of beginning pages have been ripped out, he manages to find a page with writing on, it’s handwritten and titled. So the General starts reading.

Day 1 – Thursday - Foggy morning.

Nothing special about the start of today apart from it’s a foggy morning, while I was on my way to work it was the same old shit to be honest, everyone in the city mainly keeping to themselves, apart from the odd crackhead disturbing the peace. It’s just another day with barely any human interaction, or anyone that has a smile on their face, another day in the rat race we call life.

The only human interaction was from when a customer needs to know the isle of a produce, I feel like we are loosing the real characters in life, you know they have some personality. The fog is definitely in for the day, and if anything only got thicker as the day went on.

Day 2 – Friday - Thicker Fog.

I start my shift at the shop later today, at 12 until close which is 10pm. So I decided to go for a jog in the morning, but the fog has definitely gotten thicker over night, I had to be careful of where I stepped on my jog, or where I was going didn’t want to bump into someone, or the side of a building, because it was starting to become difficult to see in front of me.

Being on the close at the shop, you always get the drunks come in through the evening time, especially on a Friday and Saturday night, the night club is only across the street and it’s the only one in the city, so they come in for cigarettes or their vapes, they’re usually very loud, sometimes they can be rude.

To be honest I try and avoid being on tills or the shop floor, when they come in, I go to the warehouse at the back to sort the stock out ready for the restocking process in the morning.

Day 3 – Saturday – Everyone’s Complaining About The Fog.

It’s my day off, which I always look forward to, I can get stuff done around my flat, tidy up, do some washing etc, you know all that fun shit.

The fog is definitely settled in now, it seems like it isn’t going to let up anytime soon. I’m getting sick of going on social media now as well, that’s all I see on FB, people complaining about the fog, conspiracy theorists chanting the same old rubbing that it’s the “lizard people in government” are behind it.

I mean everyone has a window in their apartment or houses, we can see the fog is still there Sharon, you don’t need to be uploading a picture with the same old caption every 5 minutes.

Day 4 – Sunday – The Fog Has Eyes!

On the news the mayor of the city has issued that everyone stay inside, for all the shops to be closed, and travel in the city is a definite no.

I had a day off anyway so it suits me I get to have a day in bed, binge watch episodes on NFlix and get my snack on. But I couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched all day from something or someone out of my bedroom window, it was weird because all I could see was the thick fog that was pressing up the window, but I still couldn’t shake the feeling.

Also I must mention I swear I could hear screaming throughout the day, but when I paused the episode I was watching, I couldn’t hear it again.

Day 5 – Monday – The Fog Is Turning People Crazy.

With the city still on lockdown, and with nothing better to do I started going down the rabbit hole of social media, and I kept seeing more and more reports of people within the city going out into the fog, all saying there’s something mysterious within the fog, some people were saying their loved ones have gone missing, some were saying their deceased loved ones had come back from their graves, and not just aunt, uncle or grandparents but like great, great, great, great grandparents even dressed in the attire that was fitting for the era they lived in, some have been given delusion of grandeur, thinking they are a king or queen but to be honest that’s nothing new on social media, majority of people think they better than others, not humble in the slightest.

The ones I found interesting were some people were saying that something in the fog was showing them their deaths, imagine know how and when you was going to die, let alone even seeing it, it’s not something I would like to know to be honest.

Day 6 – Tuesday – The Fog Is Starting To Enter Places, Not Just Staying To The Streets.

Food is becoming a bit scarce in my apartment, and people are becoming increasingly crazier, which is very scary. I managed to find a small group on FB that was full of 4 other people, that are hell bent on staying alive, and not getting swallowed up by the thing roaming in the fog.

We needed somewhere that’s safe, air tight and full of food to hold up, while we all wait for it to all blow over.

I suggested to the others. Darren, Jack, Lisa And Mel, that we should hold up in the warehouse of where I work, we can lock the doors, turn the extraction fans on, no one and the fog shouldn’t be able to get in. They all agreed that is where the safest place would be and met me there.

Once we all inside, we just chilled, got to know one and other, and munched on free food, which I’m not paying for. We kept taking turns throughout the night, to make sure nothing or nobody entered undetected.

The general is flicking through the rest of the pages but they are all blank, he is wondering where is day 7, yesterday. He notices that there is writing on the blank page after day 6, but no ink visible, so there was definitely a day 7 written but that’s alright he knows a trick.

He checks his pockets and finds a sharpened pencil, he lightly shades the page with pencil which highlights the missing day 7.

The General begins reading the shaded in words.

Day 7 – Wednesday – It Got In & It’s My Fault.

Me and Lisa really hit it off yesterday, I really like her personality, it was my turn in the early hours of the morning, to keep a look and an ear out for anything trying to intrude. I had the 4-7 shift, it was about quarter past 6.

Lisa woke up and came to keep me company, well one thing led to another and before I knew it, she was on her knees giving me a blowjob, in a camera free zone of the warehouse, where the others couldn’t see.

This is the type of the human interaction I enjoy, receiving the oral variety.

The one time there wasn’t someone keeping a look out and it got in, taking Mel, Darren and Jack. Me and Lisa managed to make an escape.

I can’t keep this page in and let anybody know my own selfishness is why they got taken, I’m going to rip this page out.