Prologue     

The world is in ruins. Nothing is left. Those who survived fight amongst themselves, further tearing the human race apart. Government is nonexistent and useless. The world is in chaos, and the stench of death is everywhere. We are all going to die.

Entry 1: Introductions

         I guess I should introduce myself. Whoever or whatever is reading this, feel lucky you’re still alive. I’m probably not. World War 3 tore the world apart. No government left standing, nobody not affected. Safe havens are targeted for supplies, and no one works together. Survival of the fittest at its finest. The year is 2027. My father and I are the only ones in my family left. My mother...sister...trapped under massive beams. My mother never had a chance...she was impaled and bled out in minutes because of a falling beam. My sister died of what I guess is internal bleeding. I couldn’t save her...she died in front of me. The fing Russians dropped the A bomb not even 75 miles out. We were the ninth target of the US. Now 27 more targets were hit, and almost nowhere is safe due to radiation.. We are moving towards Chicago now. Dad said the sooner we can get into Canada the better chance we have, cause no one wants to deal with the cold. Now this entry is done with, I’m putting up for the night, God willing we survive it. These creatures aren’t themselves...over aggressive…

Entry 2: The Border

We’ve made it to the border, only had to deal with one group on the way. Dad said for now until we get more weapons that its best to just avoid contact. I see why he would say that, seeing all I have is a knife, and Dad, a BB gun. Won’t do much against bullets the two of us. I suggested hitting a military base and taking the leftover gear, but Dad said it was too risky. I always figured risk was assumed anyways, but I guess not. Anyways, they didn’t seem to see us, we saw them though. I was worried that we would have to abandon the car and continue on foot. But, here we are, here I am, staring at the ‘Welcome to Canada’ sign, so now we aren’t too far from our new home. Canada was only hit by 6 atom bombs versus the US 36...still enough to vaporize civilization. I’ll probably give more information on what really happened in my next entry. It’ll probably be when we get to the site Dad wants us to stay.

Entry 3: The Truth

         We are here, about an hour and a half from Ontario...it seemed too easy of a trip, but I wouldn’t question it. So. A full explanation. Get ready for some confusion. Even I don’t know the full story. This is just what my father told me. North Korea’s nuclear development was a joke. They  publicized what they wanted to. What they didn’t show the public was they were actually way more advanced than they showed. They launched a nuclear missile to strike Russia, therefore making Russia angry. Russia fired back, but put in the wrong coordinates. They struck the US Embassy in South Korea, angering the US as well as South Korea. Russia wanted one enemy, and ended up with three. Alliances with other countries dragged others into war. It was like WWI all over again, but they used nuclear weapons, not basic grade machine guns. Canada was hit. Then Russia again. Then Mexico was struck. Then Germany. After the smoke cleared, more than 80% of the population, dead. Over 375 atom bombs sent and landed. So those who are left, fight each other for survival. Those who die, join the rest in the afterlife. So there you have it. The whole story. The whole hell hole of a story about the end of the world because everyone underestimated North Korea. That’s enough to know for now. We still have to build shelter, so I’ll go for now.

Entry 4: Starting Civilization Over

      So, here I am. My father and I are alone, and all we have is basically a two person tent. We are going to go into what remains of civilization to find some supplies.

We don’t expect to find much, but at this point anything is useful. If we’re lucky, we can find some food, weapons, and maybe a tent for myself. That’d be nice...it’d be like having my own room again...before… nevermind. I shouldn’t think about that. I am gonna go now.

Entry 5: The Return

         It was risky. We had to avoid 3 different groups of people. But it seems like it was worth it. We got a small tent, one for me, and some weapons. We didn’t really find any food worth taking back, so we  just ate it then and there. Then we head on back to camp. I had a holster and a couple clips of ammo for a glock, dad held a .45 caliber, so we were pretty well defended now. I wouldn't have minded a rifle in my hands, but you take what you get. Now that we are back, I’m gonna set up my room a little bit.

Entry 6: An Encounter

         It was terrifying. We were discovered. A group of them. Four. They were lightly armed, probably easier to move that way. They saw us first, and opened fire. Dad shot three, I shot one...it was horrible. I was sick a couple times. I just killed another human being. It took some time before I got over it. We took the supplies off of them, and they had some food, and another pistol. One had a knife, so Dad took that. Dad isn’t doing so well...he won’t admit it, but I think the radiation is getting to him. We weren’t fast enough getting away from it all. And the food on top of that, radiated food, not really good for the health. I don’t know what to do, Hell I never had any medical training, I just graduated college two years ago, I’m only 24, I’m still youngblood.

Entry 7: Bad News

         Dad is sick, and he is saying to move on. F that. I told him I’m staying with him until the end. He said I need to look for ammunition. I told him it can wait. So as my father lies here on his deathbed, I write. He’s vomiting blood, and his forehead is hot.There’s nothing to be done. He lies here awaiting  his death.

Entry 8: I Must Move On

         Days passed. Father died. He lies here with me. I must move on. I must keep living. Though it isn’t worth the struggle. I’m going to die anyways. All I do is delay it. Whatever. I carry on.

Entry 9: I Move On

         I packed up camp. Took the weapons and the food. The tent. Everything. Threw it in the car. I’m leaving for Seattle. It was one of the first targets, therefore everyone would know to avoid it. That’s exactly why I’m going there. No one else is stupid enough. I need ammo, potentially new weapons would be nice. I’ll write once I’ve gone in and out of Seattle. I’ll probably head to Oregon afterwards.

Entry 10: Confrontation

         I met a couple friends today. Unfortunate they met an end. I saw them first. Just

two. Trust nobody. Two shots from the .45, and both of them dropped. No one seemed to hear anything. I’m ok with that. I ran quickly to a gun shop, took a scope or two, a new, more powerful pistol, and another rifle. A sniper rifle it seems. Infrared scope. Should do nicely. A blade sharpener as well. That’ll do nice if I should hunt. Anyways, I’m in Oregon now. I set up camp, and I’ll probably stay for a few days. I’m pretty well hidden, and if anyone should find me, I’ll be ready. 

Entry 11: No HappyEndings

         There are no happy endings in life. Only cruel, painful and despair filled endings. All I have done is prolong the inevitable. There is no point to life anymore. No reason to live. But I do not have the strength to take myself out of this world. Not yet anyways. So I live. I wait for the next part of this terror to hit. 

Entry 12: The End?

         I know my writings only cover a span of about a month and a half. I’ve decided to leave this here. I must move on. I will start another journal perhaps. Perhaps I’ll die before I get the chance. Who knows. The world is dangerous now. Not that it wasn’t before. But now I think it would be amazing if I made it to see my 30s. Good bye for now. Good luck. Thompson out.