Journal Entry - 03/15/2020
The midnight hour draped the world in a shroud of eerie stillness, a canvas awaiting the brushstrokes of an unsettling symphony. An otherworldly breath, like a spectral wind, whispered through the silent town. Whispers of China’s struggle permeated the collective consciousness, but an inscrutable force tugged at the edges of my reality, beckoning me to the mist-laden outskirts where elusive figures materialized. Their breaths, a disconcerting wheeze, wove promises of something beyond the grasp of my understanding.
Journal Entry - 04/16/2020
The figures beckoned, their ethereal dance captivating my senses. A peculiar connection formed, an inexplicable tingling beneath my skin, as the rhythmic wheezes of unseen engines reverberated—a haunting rev that surged with intensity after each heartbreak. Amidst the spectral waltz, I felt a fusion of their breaths with my own, blurring the lines between the traffic and the pedestrian.
Journal Entry - 04/27/2020
An abandoned hospital materialized from the thick fog, its decaying facade bearing witness to the failings of the living. Ordinary paramedics gathered, their petrol breaths transcending the boundaries of reality. The glow in their eyelamps mirrored in my own, a shared secret veiled in the unsettling stillness. A voice, not mine, echoed through their breaths, whispering the sacred oath of “Do no harm,” a sign that resonated with an ominous undertone.
Journal Entry - 06/20/2020
Sleep became a fugitive ally, and dreams transformed into a haunting roundabout of encounters with the dying. The rhythmic revs, like a relentless heartbeat, seeped into my subconscious—an insidious intrusion. Parked in the shadows of the hospital, I felt the dance of shadows on the edge of my mask, an otherworldly energy coursing through my veins. “No harm,” they hummed, a crossroads between the healer and the harbinger.
Journal Entry - 07/22/2020
The ward scorned my tales, oblivious to the shift taking root within me. Isolation became my companion, and the journal my reluctant confidant. The engine’s hum, now a relentless drumbeat, synchronized with my own, as if becoming one with them was the only accurate diagnosis. The patients, once recipients of my care, became subjects of malevolence. “We can do more,” a sinister siren echoed through the sterile halls.
Journal Entry - 09/24/2020
My reflection betrayed an unsettling truth—the glow in my eyes mirrored that of the Ambulancepeople. A chilling realization whispered through the fog of my mind, a silent acknowledgment of an irreversible gear change.
Journal Entry - 10/26/2020
I am no longer a healer, but should I be? The hospital, now a gateway to the unknown, beckoned, and I willingly embraced my role as their vessel. The lines blurred in the haze of uncertainty, as I navigated the thin boundary between what is right and all that is left.
Journal Entry - 11/28/2020
I am them. The Ambulancepeople’s smog courses through my roads. The town fades, the numbers rise, and the fog embraces all. The clutch of engines, a haunting chorus in my mind, herald an end. They say it’s over, but not for me. The ambulances keep coming, a relentless procession, and I, now a willing driver, find solace in the macabre journey with the spectral echoes of an eternal pandemic.