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

07/26/1980

Dear Diary,

A few days ago, Trevor and I went up to the fourth floor of the Resort's main building...
The lights were barely flickering and, even though I'd never been up there before, we both thought it was strange that there wasn't any furniture anywhere... The sound of our footsteps echoed throughout the entire floor. Looking out the windows, we spotted a few men in protective suits walking around, followed by some guests and staff members. They crossed one of the pools and then headed downstairs into the covered parking garage. They actually put up signs saying "No Entry." It's one of the very few areas that's really being guarded 24 hours a day.

Trevor and I spent a long time exploring the floor. All we found were more pastel-colored patches in some of the rooms and scratches all over the walls. While I was trying to take pictures of them with my camera, he grabbed me by the arm and told me we should leave. Then, just a few steps away from the elevator, the power went out completely.
Everywhere.

I think the reason Trevor worries so much is because he's older. Maybe getting old just makes people paranoid. He's three years older than me.
I'm 21, in case you didn't know, Diary. Actually... I don't think I've ever told you that.
Anyway, while he was starting to scold me because I was wasting time taking pictures, I showed him the service door that leads downstairs through the stairwell...
He went quiet after that...
Yeah, it was my idea to go exploring, but he agreed to come with me. It's not like I forced him.

When we got back to the ground floor, everything was dark. The men in uniform gathered us all together and explained that things at the Resort were about to change again.
They were going to divide the entire Resort into sectors, and each sector would be assigned to a certain number of guests and staff members. Other than that, the rest of our stay here wouldn't change.
But that's when some of the guests completely lost it. Everyone wanted to just go home. They had to escort many people away, it was getting very chaotic.

Even without electricity, we still have to work. My boss gets more absent-minded every day. Yesterday she called me by at least three different names within just a few hours, and sometimes she'd be right in the middle of explaining something, then suddenly walk away without even finishing. One of her eyes has turned completely purple, too. I stare at it sometimes, wondering if she still see out of it.

Without power we can't talk to our parents anymore or watch TV. Movie nights are completely ruined, and they've closed that area of the Resort too...
At least we still get free alcoholic drinks. Although, at this point, we're just stealing bottles of tequila straight from the kitchens.

The other night Trevor and I were just soaking in the pool. It must've been around two or three in the morning. The men in yellow showed up and asked us what we were doing. They insisted on pricking one of our fingers to check our radiation levels... Sure, it only took a second, so why didn't they do it sooner? They took both of our names and then just left us there in the pool, the fenced pool.
Idiots.

It looks like Jennyfer has started seeing Justin. I don't know how it happened, but this week I've barely seen her except in the evenings. That's okay, though. It just meant I got to spend more time with Trevor.
Oh, and Jennyfer put some of that pastel-colored slime she found in one of the hallways inside a little transparent plastic container. It's actually pretty useful since there's no electricity. It gives our room a little bit of light after the sun goes down.
It's July 26th now, and I'm still as pale as a corpse. You can barely even see my swimsuit tan lines. What a shame...
The food, even though it looks exactly the same as always, is starting to taste strange. Jenny and Trevor noticed it too. Maybe that's just what happens when you eat delicious food all the time. You get used to it, and it starts to feel normal. It's not special anymore.

Talk to you soon.
XOXOXO
Taffy.