text: Log #3 Fear That's what I felt when the power cut off. Since there was no natural light, it was pitch black. I had seen backup lights in the halls. Why weren't they on? I turned my phone flashlight on and looked around. Some others did the same. I asked Fin why there weren't on. He said the backup generator had to be started. I said I'd go and Fin came with me. He showed me the generator room and told me to start the backup generator. It had a pull motor. I thought how long it would be until I was back up there, mowing the lawn. I tried to pull it and it made a thud. I looked at Fin and he shrugged. I tried a few more times with no luck. I thought of the worst and looked in the gas chamber, it was empty. I asked him where more gas was. He thought for a second then looked at me with dread in his eyes. I realized what that meant. They were up there. I then tried the backup and even the backup to the backup. No gas. I asked him where the gas would be up there. He looked at me, confused, then said his shed. I walked out of the generator room and looked at the latch. Then at him. Dammit, someone had to go up there. I told him I'd be right back, and started up the ladder. He yelled at me and told me I couldn't go. We then argued for a minute and he said the least I could do would be to wear a protective suit. I asked him where it was and he showed me to his room. In his closet there was a cheap, white suit. Kind of like a hazmat suit. I then put it on and went to the hatch again. I started up and he wished me luck. I thought about what I thought when I first came in here. I wonder when I'll see the sun again. I guess I'll see it now. As I put my hand on the hatch, I gulped. Do I really want to do this. Do I have to do this. I do. My hands turned the hatch. I put my hands on the hatch and pushed. It was bright at first, then it slowly got darker. It took me a minute to realize that the sky was completely covered by clouds. These weren't normal clouds though. They were ash clouds. I looked around and saw his shed. I wondered if the whole world was under a nuclear winter. I opened the shed and saw it was cluttered and full of stuff. I sorted around and, in the corner, there was two canisters. I smiled and grabbed them, and stopped. They were too light. They were empty. I tried to think about where the nearest gas station was and realized that we were in the middle of nowhere. I stepped out of the shed, and looked at my surroundings truly. All I could see was dark skies, craters, and fires. And if I want to live, I'm going to have to travel in this.