Day One Hundred Six:

Day One Hundred Six:

After yesterday, I was 99.9% certain I would never set foot in those rooms ever again. The neat thing about life though is that there is always room for error.

Today as we were getting ready for the day, all of us still in an almost hung over depressed mood from our discovery of death the day before, Josh walked in holding a shovel for each of us. We asked him what he was doing and he said he was going back to check out the room we kicked him out of yesterday.

We told him not to, told him there was nothing to see. He told us that the people in there might not matter to us but, he had buried half the people on this island and was going to bury the ones we found whether we wanted to go back in there or not. He told us that if we didn’t want to go in there we could use the shovels and start digging some holes outside.

That put us all in our place.

He then explained that burying the bodies wasn’t the end but only the start. Once we were finished with that we needed to scour the entire room. There was a reason why those people were there and a reason they were behind an enormous metal door. And that reason is not because they were trying to quarantine themselves. If they were, where were the gas masks, the filtrations systems, the… he didn’t know what else you need to isolate yourself from disease but he was pretty sure it required more than a bank vault door.

Josh thought we would find something if we looked hard enough. Wishful thinking perhaps, but it was a distraction at least. Something to take our minds off the gruesome task of carrying out several children, women, and men who were literally falling apart.

I wish I could tell you we found something amazing but, after we spent several hours moving and burying bodies we decided we would spend the rest of the evening decompressing and focus on whatever it was Josh thought we would find tomorrow.

One interesting thing I forgot to mention though, is Josh didn’t recognize any of the people we buried. He kept saying over and over again, “I knew almost everyone on this island. These guys couldn’t have already been here, and if they weren’t, why were they here now. I don’t understand.”

Me neither, and I didn’t want to break it to him but… I think now more than ever we have entered a world of mystery and ignorance where not everything can be solved by searching for the answer online. Especially since the only thing online refers to now is maybe, clothes that are hung out on a line.