They once told me everything was gonna be okay. They were lying. My name is Lauren. I'm 24 and I see the world now. Chaos. Human race is almost extinct. A fungus is responsible for the brief "end of the world'. Some say Mother Nature, God or whatever just hated us. I think the old ones are the responsible. I saw many newspapers telling about a polluted world. This is your fault. The pollution mutated the fungus.

So now we are here, fighting not only against the infected that desires human flesh and a warm body to procreate, but also against other humans. Hunters and Fireflies. Hunters are a sort of thieves, they don't stay for long in the same spots, they usually go into some cities, build traps and wait for they're prays. Fireflies are a rebel group that fight against the "Government", by government I mean a pack of militaries that obey someone that I don't have any fuck idea who he, or she, is.

Anyway, I'm gonna write a diary of my live. Maybe one day someone will read this and see that even in the worst time there is hope. I believe in it and hope has been keeping me alive.