Chapter 819: 12. Sean’s Diary
The dim underground shelter, the small room was silent.
Lu Li silently raised his hand to touch his face, feeling only a rough layer of short stubble.
If he had been underground for twenty-four years, his hair should have grown long enough to be woven into clothes, his beard should be long enough to be used as hair, and his face should be showing wrinkles.
Recalling sothing, Lu Li pulled over a burlap shirt, stained with sticky dark black blood on the chest, it was no longer wearable, so he had to reluctantly put on a coat for warmth.
His hand reached into the coat pocket. The diary found in the shelter was still there.
He opened the diary, the faint scribbles were hard to decipher in the dim light.
Lifting the moldy quilt, Lu Li stepped off the bed barefoot and walked to the desk.
Under the woman’s puzzled gaze, Lu Li pulled out a wooden chair, placed the diary on the desk by the candlestick, and began to read the diary by the faint candlelight.
[September 16, Mom said this is a place to hide the words I don’t want to tell others]
[September 17, I don’t want to go to Lady Irina’s class, her voice sounds like a witch]
[September 17, I hate Jones, he always takes my mashed potatoes and calls potato man, saying I’m round and fat like a potato]
[September 17, Lady Irina stopped her, she doesn’t think so, she said being fat is the most wonderful thing]
[September 17, maybe Lady Irina isn’t that bad…]
The child, who newly owned the diary, was filled with freshness, writing many of their thoughts every day.
Lu Li skipped over these aningless contents.
[October 23, Lady Irina talked about the surface again, it sounds really wonderful…]
[January 3, our courses have added geography knowledge, everyone likes it, but we don’t like botany, why do we still have to learn how to plant?]
[May 1, Dad was lucky to beco “the lucky shelter resident of the month,” he can go to the place closest to the surface with the Exorcist, and even see the surface!]
[May 2, Dad ca back, he let us sll him, I slled nothing, but it felt comfortable]
[March 18, I am ten years old, Dad and Mom and neighbors told that I am now officially a resident of the shelter]
[March 19, the new courses scare … We hid underground not because of the flood, it’s those ugly monsters, invisible monsters drove us down]
[March 25, I learned more…]
[March 30, Father said not to be imrsed in sadness, the children who grew up in the shelter would all know this. I asked him, everyone? He said yes, don’t be sad, don’t despair, we are the tinder, we are hope, we cultivate in darkness, waiting for the flood to recede, to rekindle human civilization]
Father’s words had a great impact on the diary’s owner, from here the intervals in the dates grew longer, the thoughts beca fewer. Then suddenly one day, the boy grew up, the handwriting was no longer naive, the words written no longer bore innocence.
[December 12, if it wasn’t for “the lucky shelter resident of the month” reminding of the last ti Old Moser beca the “lucky resident,” you would continue to get moldy under the bed]
[December 13, it really is different… I don’t know if it’s psychological or what, but I’ve never wanted to look up above like this]
[January 9, no one expected Dasha to beco such a beautiful young woman, I should have made my move earlier]
[January 1, I must record today… January 1, the fifteenth year of the shelter’s closure, the council passed the Fire Wool Act, we will attempt to contact the surface! I have been waiting for this day, to rebuild our ho as tinder!]
[January 2, what do they an there are other survivors on the surface? Are we not the only survivors?]
[January 3, other shelters… the abandoned compatriots on the surface… what have we done…]
[January 10, rumor has it the first batch of Exorcists who went out seed to be sick after returning, I know why. The compatriots on the surface live with strangeness, confronted by death every day, while we hide in a shelter that knows no strife, watching with open eyes]
[July 1, it’s my turn, co on, let see what really happened]
[July 10, I am back]
The diary was interrupted the day the diary’s owner returned. The content reappears six months later, it seems the diary’s owner was unwilling to recall the sights from the surface.
[October 6, the Mantis Ghosts have taken over the mine, they treat this as a nest, we have no way to deal with them, we can only go to the gathering place]
[January 1, the fourth year of the Fire Wool Plan, with the shelter becoming more dangerous, the council decided to formally move to the outside world next year, in the twentieth year of the shelter]
[I don’t understand… can’t comprehend… is it because we are the only pure humans? In any case, I support it]
[March 21, parents couldn’t co back…]
[September 9, Jones didn’t co back either…]
[December 3, Dasha had contact with the Heretics for too long, she mutated organs… now she’s imprisoned, waiting for the council’s judgnt]
[December 5, glad Dasha was only exiled, but she cried sadly, I comforted her, saying we would leave next year, and we would et again then. I told her to live well, waiting for us to arrive]
[January 1, I thought it would be today, but many things aren’t ready]
[March 15, Dasha disappeared… disappearances in the wilderness are everywhere; maybe it was those monsters, maybe the Heretics, or perhaps our kind… I can only assu she’s dead, that’s the law of the surface world]
[May 13, the Mantis Ghosts attacked the shelter, though they were deterred from the shelter, our losses were significant, many elderly and children were killed, many shelter residents are pressuring the council to evacuate the shelter or solve the Mantis Ghosts at the doorstep]
[A bunch of clowns… they only want to live themselves]
[June 5, they said September 17th, on the day I got the diary, the shelter residents will officially leave here. I plan to leave the diary behind; once on the surface, there will be no ti to write in the diary. And if I die, at least one of or the diary can be left behind.]
[To the person who finds the diary, my na is Sean, rember it or not, it’s up to you, just hope my diary can bring you so help]
[September 17, “Don’t be sad, don’t despair, we are the tinder, we are hope, we cultivate in darkness, waiting for the flood to recede, to rekindle human civilization” is utter nonsense… We naively thought this world would be saved by us, but we are just despicable vermin who abandoned our compatriots and can do nothing to change]
[Getting ready to depart, this is all I can write, hope you’ve heard of , hope I’m still alive by then]
[Goodbye, shelter, my forr ho]
[I feel…our retribution is coming]
[This is our own doing]
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