We had a funeral for Miss Ellen today. We had no body, so we buried the only thing we found of hers: a piece of her ripped shirt. We buried it next to her dog. I think she would've liked that. It's been quiet here lately. The base is now empty. I've never seen the government move so quickly. They didn't even bother closing the gates behind them on the way out. Tom and I decided to take a walk through Black Rover. Many of the houses are empty, abandoned. We don't know where everyone's been going. We just know they're gone. We did run into a woman whose car had broken down. She was heading to Canada. She wouldn't tell us her name. It doesn't sound like she's doing okay. She told us some strange tales. Not sure if it's shock or something else. We were able to convince her to see Ruth, a retired nurse. She was able to find out her name. Apparently, it is Shirley Sackwell. According to Shirley, her husband died a couple of weeks ago. He supposedly was killed by what she described as "beasts." She said they were everywhere and that's why she was heading to Canada. Like I said, they were strange tales.
Yesterday, I woke up before dawn and searched for Miss Ellen. The whole street was out. We searched the forest for hours for any sign of her. The only thing we found were tattered rags covered in blood. Ruth believes they belonged to Miss Ellen. I do believe she is gone. It has definitely shook the whole street. People are scared. Ruth is packing some stuff and now staying with Tom and his family. Real, palpable fear has taken hold of our neighborhood. A couple of families packed up and left this morning. To be honest, I don't blame them. I would've done the same thing if I had a family. I'm not sure if it was the whole Miss Ellen situation alone or if it was that combined with the strange howls we heard for the first time last night. I had never heard such a cry. It was enough to set the hairs on your neck on end. They were close too. Real close. Not sure if it might be a different breed of wolf, but I always believed there were no wolves around here. Either way, I think I'll stay up tonight. I don't know if I feel safe sleeping in the dark anymore.
Miss Ellen is missing. I went to her house this morning and knocked. No one answered. I knew I should've done it a few days ago when I heard her dog outside my garage. I can't help but think it's somewhat my fault. When she didn't answer, I went around back and that's when I saw it. Her back door was busted in. The house was a disaster. Things were strewn everywhere. That wasn't the worst of it either. Her dog was dead on her bedroom floor. I don't know who or what killed it, but it broke my heart. And there was no sign of poor Miss Ellen. Where she went or who took her is anyone's guess. I got Tom, my other neighbor, and we buried her dog in the backyard, and then the rest of the neighborhood went search for Miss Ellen in the woods behind our house. We searched until nightfall. Not a sign. Ruth, the lady across the street, drove to the sheriff's office. It was empty. And with the phones not working, we can't call anyone. I guess we'll search again tomorrow. I can't help but think that if we do find Miss Ellen, we won't find all of her.
The last few days I've been so exhausted I haven't felt like journaling. But it's too important not to. The generations that follow need to know what happened here. They need to know how it all changed. For the past 3 days, military vehicles have been leaving the base constantly. A steady stream of them have been pouring out of the gates. No one felt right about it. Then today, I finally found Brian and was able to speak to him. He said the Department of Defense had let all contractors and civilians go. Just like that. The base fell into total lockdown. Until a few days ago. It seems the DOD is closing the base permanently. Word of that spread like fire. No one knows if Congress or the President are in control or not. We have lost power for nearly two weeks. All television stations are off the air. We've received no word about anything. It makes us wonder if we are on our own. But against what no one can answer.