As the calm weather turned into a slight breeze, her blonde hair was lifted up. Her blue eyes gazed into the sunset and gave off a twinkle. She stood there, alone. Almost as if time stood still around her. Birds sang a soft melody in the distance. Daises and daffodils seemed to have become flawed by the presence of her breath-taking beauty. Everything was pale in comparison to her. She was perfect in almost every imaginable way, yet she was alone. No family nor friends were near her. In all appearances, she seemed content. However, a single tear went down her cheek and everything became quiet, almost as if nature was concerned for her. What started as a teardrop turned into a downpour. She feel to her knees and looked up, feeling regret and sorrow. Mascara ran down her face and her sobs broke the silence. Then she stopped and listened. She heard familiar heavy footsteps coming from behind her. She turned around to see a caring hand reaching out to her and she accepted it. The man observed her state of mind and slowly said, "I am sorry for your loss. Are you ready?" She wiped off her face and nodded. Dismal church bells started to ring as they approached the dismal funeral.

In the Kingdom of Ruze, the last heir to the throne was killed and anarchy started. Looting happened in the streets, the killing of villagers, and the corruption of mankind slowly gave rise to the leaderless empire. However, Letholdus thought that perhaps if he were to take the throne, then everything would go back to the way it was. Thus, he decided to take the throne as his own. Since there was no one to oppose his rule, everyone decided to let him become king. Letholdus strengthened his kingdom, formed a large and resilient army, and expanded its territories. He was one of the kingdom's greatest kings. However, as time progressed, corruption took hold of him and he became greedy. He took what he wanted, he stopped caring for peasants and increased taxes, and hanged all who stoodagainst him. He swiftly took over all of the neighboring kingdoms and slaughtered many innocent people in his pursuit for gold. Economy declined and people fell into poverty. The people who could not pay the taxes would be imprisoned or hanged. After one of his many conquests, an oracle went up to him. She told him that he would be one of the worlds greatest rulers and that all would fear him, but that when he meets his downfall, his name would be wiped from history in order to be forgotten. That no one would ever remember his name, that everything he did would be undone. Letholdus was stubborn, though, and killed the oracle. He continued his tyrannical rule until his demise by the hands of his most loyal advisors and the omen became true.

The wind that picked up the leaves were blocked out of the house by the sturdy window. The wind started to howl, but no one seemed to care. We all just sat around the table, eating turkey, stuffing, beets, ham, yeast rolls, mashed potatoes, and green beans. As I took a bite of my grandmother's home made stuffing, my father said, "So, mom, how are you?"

"I'm doing okay I guess. I'm just glad you guys came out here. You guys seem to be really busy with your jobs. What did you do for a living again, Fred?"

"Oh I work at an international business as a office lackey, but the pay and benefits are great. Just recently I got a promo-"

"No...", grandma stated hesitantly while looking at me, "I thought you worked for the military." 

"No, mom, I gave that up to spend time with my son."

My father looked over at me and smiled. He reached his arm over and punched my shoulder.

"I had a really weird dream last night. Would you like to hear it? Well you see, I had a dream that Fred was working for the CIA and..."

"MOM! Not right now! He doesn't need to know!"

"But Freddy, he hast to know".

My father turned back to me and carefully said, "Son. You know that I work at an international business, but that business is actually for the CIA. In fact everyone here has worked for the CIA at one point during there lives. Me, your mother, your grandmother, and your grandfather all worked for the CIA. Even your sister, Melanie, is working for the CIA. That's why she couldn't make it."

"I already knew that you worked for the CIA, dad"

"HOW?!?!?"

"For a spy you really can't keep a secret. Do you remember last Christmas?"

"Of course I do"

"Well you drank a lot of eggnog and spilled out all of your secrets to us. Mom didn't really looked shocked, but she also drank a few glasses of eggnog"

"No... I... Did I?"

Mom looked over at my father and said, "I didn't want you to find out this way, but yes you did get drunk and tell everyone your secrets"

"But I tried so hard this time not to drink so much eggnog. I mean, sure. Yes, I do have am addiction to eggnog, but I didn't think I drank so much"

"It's okay, dad! I know you enjoy eggnog and yes, I did learn that you worked for the CIA on Christmas night. We can get through this together!"

"Thank you all. I'm thankful that we all can be here to eat a meal together"

Day One: My neighbors are starting to make strange noises during the day. They make growling noises. I am not sure why, but I feel like I should not go over there.

I really have a hankering for a Twinkie right now.

Day Two: Well, I heard a very loud scream come over from the neighbors house. It could just be that the neighbor is just watching a horror movie. However, what if it was really someone's scream? Should I go over there. Nah. Mr. Hunt would never hurt a woman, especially his wife.

I also went to the store today and picked up a box of Twinkies. I ate one of them. With the delectable creaminess inside, who in there right mind wouldn't want one?

Day Three: The noises from Mr. Hunt's house has stopped, but now he wandering the streets and he left his door wide open. He is limping and I was thinking about going out there and lending him a hand, but the mail man came over to him. Surely he would help.

Day Four: My Twinkies are gone. I don't know how or where, but they are just gone. The rappers where all around me when I woke up. I may have a problem with my sleep-eating.

When I was walking down to the grocery store to get more Twinkies, I noticed that there are a lot more people wandering the streets aimlessly. There is a lot of red liquid on the ground and I think I also may have seen a corpse. I'm just glad that it's Halloween because it would be suspicious otherwise. They also had a buy one get one free sale on Twinkies, so I took all of the boxes. I may have a problem.

Day Five: By my calculations, I should have enough Twinkies for about two months assuming that I could eat ten Twinkies a day. While I was doing the math, I realized that there was no car noises coming from outside. The birds were tweeting and everything seemed okay.

I took a walk as well in order to burn off my Twinkie calories and I saw Mr. Hunt. He really isn't looking good. He has a really bad limp now and is skin looks gray. He tried to follow me down the street and I am assuming he was trying to prank me so "I ran away screaming for my life". Apparently, others found it funny and they started to follow me. Then I heard another person scream and they all started to go towards the sound. I made it back to the house and started to watch the news. They started saying something about how "The world is going to end" and "Abominations are bringing down humanity". Then the power went out and the T.V. turned off. It was probably just a story about some movie that is coming out. Luckily, I have a backup generator for the lights and the T.V..

Day Six: I started to watch the Star Wars movies again. When work calls me back in, I'll come. Surely if they needed a Neurologist to come then they would have called me. I finished a couple boxes of Twinkies already and they are delicious. What I like most about them is that they last FOREVER. They never do expire so I can take all the time in the world eating them.

Day ???: I lost the journal for around a month or two. I just realized today that I am on my last box of Twinkies and I should probably head into town to get some more. There is someone at the door, I guess I'll write in it in a second.

The End