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Diary Entery for Back to the Future.

I walked into the glass tube. The man to my left pulled a silver lever. I was nervous. Biting my nails and sweating. I had never thought of going to the future before. But now that they had the technology to do so. I decided it would be a fun experience. I didn’t know I’d be going 30 years into the future thought. Suddenly I felt myself shaking. Like turbulence on a plane. Spots start to form in front of my eyes. I feel my chest get hit by something liquid. My stomach turns. I started shaking more and more. Sweat ran across my head onto the ground and turning into what seemed like vapor. I start to feel cold. So cold that I feel nothing but coldness. I try to reach my hand out to feel what’s around me. All I feel is ice. Slowly enclosing. It grabs my skin. I scream and quickly move away from the ice. I sit down and nuzzle my head into my knees. I smell burnt rubber. I hear voices but they are faint. Then see faces peering through the glass. They aren’t familiar faces. In fact they look almost plastic. Like masks. My hair freezes. So does my blood. I take one more breath before the ice captures me. I feel the ice stab me. Everything is black. I can feel nothing. I’m not breathing though. But somehow I am awake. All I see are my arms. The ice has punctured my veins. I can’t feel the pain though. They are filling with a blue substance. Soon my attention is withdrawn from my arms and to my ears. My ears are pierced by some kind of quick loud noise. I hear snippets of people screaming, baby’s crying, footsteps, alarms. I’m confused. I try and look around for were the source of all the sounds are. But I still see black. My mouth suddenly becomes dry. I try to break free but I can barely move my arms. I smell what what seems like rotten meat. The more I try to move the worse I feel. The ice suddenly vaporizes. The pod I’m in is cracked and broken. The metal walls still shimmering like they had when I had gotten into it. I grabbed a cold handle on the glass door. As I walked out I smelled dead flesh. My spine shivered. I fall over. I can barely move any of my muscles. The area around me is completely destroyed. Glass windows destroyed. Cold stone walls are missing and some of the ceiling has fallen in different places. There was a dark blue SUV parked through one of the walls. There was dust everywhere. I noticed body bags lined up in the street. Rats covering them. Slowly I got up. I was able to stand for now. I noticed a shop. It was a gift shop. I could make up out of the broken neon letters it was named, “Von’s Vosdles shop”. I was confused of the meaning of the shop name but decided it would be a good idea to ask someone who had been through this what happened. I managed to walk to the door. I felt like I had just learned to walk. Stepping out the door of the lab I started coughing. The dust hit my lungs. I staggered over the heaps bodys and through the dust. Building were toppled on each other. Shattered windows and glass. I knocked on the door of the shop. I wasn’t expecting someone to answer. But I was proven wrong when a man peered through a shaded window. He answered the door and rushed me in. He had torn clothes, a grey beard, bushy eyebrows, and a straw hat. He sat me down on a wooden chair. The shop smelled like mildew. The wall was painted bright green. A desk were a cashier would usually be working had holes in it. Empty seats turned over or broken. He said, “Who are you?”

I replied, “I’m sorry, what’s happening?”

He clenched his teeth and said, “Who are you?”

I told him, “My name is- is…”

I thought about my name. I couldn’t remember it. It was like I never had a name before. My mind raced with thoughts. I couldn't think straight.

“I’m- I’m not able to remember it.” I stuttered, “Well what's your name?”

“My name is Smith. There’s my name. Now what did you ask before?”

He questioned.

“I asked what happened here!”

I could see that that question was difficult to tell me.

“What? Are you insane? You look like you’re i n your thirties! You must of experienced it!”

“You wouldn’t believe me but… I traveled forward in time.” I told him

“You’re definitely insane. I mean I thought I was insane” He said sarcastically shocked, “Well I’ll tell you what happened… The US and Russia They decided to start another cold war. People called it the 2nd cold war. 1 year later it turned into the 3rd world war. We were first bombed in california. 10 million people died to either the explosion or… the after effects.” “And what were the after effects.?” I asked. “It was mostly the disease that killed people. The Russian’s had started testing bombs during the 2nd cold war. They created a bomb that could wipe out an entire state. We learned about the bomb a couple days before the attack. Not everyone had time to find shelter or evacuate. So after the bomb was detonated. Everyone started to notice there skin would turn pitch black. The skin would slowly peel of. It would start at your foot. Once at the ankle it would dig through the skin and- and… Your foot would just disintegrate. Slowly it would crawl up your body. You would be dead once it reached your thighs.”

“Has the disease been contained?” I asked.

“No there wasn’t enough rooms at the hospital to help everyone.” He replied. “The military reported that the Broncos Stadium is a safe haven. I have been trying to get there but it’s surrounded by diseased people trying to get in. Though I have seen a way to get in that involves climbing”

Finally I said, “Were wasting time lets go get into the stadium.”

Me and him gathered some water and food. We walked out of the rundown store into the street. The sun was hidden between two clouds. Well two clouds of dust. From here I could see the Broncos Stadium. It had changed tremendously since I had been there. Just like every building the Stadiums windows had been blown out and the structure was on its last legs. We walked carefully through the city towards the stadium. There was black puddles of dust from the people who got ill. Every step I took was hard. My calves were stiff from being inside ice for 30 years. Vines had already started to destroy the bricks in buildings. Litter was everywhere. So was wildlife. To my left out of the corner of my eye I noticed a black bear. It’s fur was wet. It had burns all over its body and it was taking car of cubs that were lying on their sides not breathing. Unlike their mother their whole body had been burned. Half of their body was missing. But you couldn’t see any organs or blood. All you saw was black. Like liquid. The cubs had the disease. The disease had taken them and half their body. The mother bear would likely have it sooner or later so me and him rushed away from the bear. A mile or so later we finally arrived on a bridge that ran into the stadium. The rust railings were broken and cars were on top of each other. Down below there was another road. Just like the bridge cars were toppled on top of each other. In the distance I could make out people. Their veins were black and their eyes filled with black liquid. They were scraping against the building. Some were dead and some were almost dead. Smith whispered, “Follow me, the spot’s just around here.” We walked off the bridge and behind the people. No one saw us luckily. He lead me to an area where there was a crack in the wall. “No one has seen this crack yet thankfully. I’ve been keeping eyes on it.” We crawled through the hole into what was underneath the seats. I could hear voices from above us. They were muffled through the concrete. I held my finger up to my mouth to tell Smith to be quiet. We walked towards a door. I listened for anything. All there was was silence. I opened the door and walked onto the grass. There were thousands of people there. We would blend in enough. We walked into the middle of the stadium. People had set up tents some just slept in sleeping bags on the ground. It was crowded. Nobody noticed us. We set up near a couple tents. Everyone had safes that they must of kept there food in. We didn’t have one so we hid our food under a blanket. We were on the corner of the stadium so we were covered by a oning. The stadium had changed since the time I had been there. Going into the future you would think that everything would improve. But nothing did. Me and Smith got into our sleeping bags and fell asleep.