ᶜᴼᴺᵀᴱᴺᵀ ᵂᴬᴿᴺᴵᴺᴳ — ᴿᴱᶜᴼᴹᴹᴱᴺᴰᴱᴰ ¹⁶⁺ ᵀʰⁱˢ ᶠⁱᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿᵃˡ ᵈⁱᵃʳʸ ᶜᵒⁿᵗᵃⁱⁿˢ ᵈᵃʳᵏ ʰᵘᵐᵒʳ, ʰᵒʳʳᵒʳ, ᵇᵒᵈʸ ʰᵒʳʳᵒʳ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵈⁱˢᵗᵘʳᵇⁱⁿᵍ ⁱᵐᵃᵍᵉʳʸ.

07/10/1980

Dear Diary...

I don’t even really know how to start.

Remember that bad feeling I had yesterday?

A nuclear power plant a few miles from here exploded. They told us that nobody can leave the building, not the staff and not the guests.

There are men in yellow suits walking around the resort. We’re trying to keep working and act like nothing happened, but this morning some of the guests by the pool had these awful pastel-colored blotches on their skin. A little boy went up to his mom and popped the one on her knee, and all this colorful goo came out.

Everyone started running around like crazy. Jennyfer started laughing at the whole thing. Then she got me laughing too, so we were the only two idiots laughing in the middle of a screaming crowd...

In all the chaos, some man pushed her into the pool. But when she came back up, she was still laughing like a maniac. So hard that I couldn’t even stay on my feet anymore and had to crouch down.

Thank God we’re together.

I heard they’re calling the staff in one by one to check how much radiation we have in our bodies. But if it were really that dangerous, we’d all be dead already, right? Maybe those suits are a little over the top. And aren’t they hot in there?

I managed to talk to that cute guy I told you about yesterday. There was a power outage, probably because of the explosion, and I was in an elevator with him... I think we were stuck in there for about 30 minutes before someone came to get us out.

He has really nice brown eyes and a smile that makes you feel safe. But I can’t remember his name. Maybe Trevor. I’m not sure. He told me he’s from a town near here, but I can’t remember the name of that either.

I’m not very good with names, okay?

Tomorrow I’ll find a way to ask him without actually asking him.

Tonight, Jennyfer and I snuck into the guests’ buffet for dinner. We had some amazing shrimp and spaghetti with mussles. The empty plates are still sitting on our beds. I hope they don’t fall.

I guess with everything going on, nobody’s paying much attention to people stealing food. Better for us, in the end.

Oh, and of course, she’s still humming Funkytown...

Well, I talk about it, talk about it...

Anyway, they talked about the nuclear plant explosion on the news too. There are other places completely locked down.

I’m actually a little worried.

While I was talking to my boss, light blue liquid started dripping from her nose.

Well, at least if the world has to end, it’s decorated with pretty colors.

XOXOXO

Taffy