Prolouge
For Whover finds my journal, take it with you and learn from it. These pages are filled with my experiences and memories from a long time ago. By the time this journal is found I will be just another shambling body outside. No soul, no mind, only an unending hunger.
More then likely you found this journal only after you have already killed me. Or maybe writing this journal was in vain and no one will ever find it. But if you are reading this, that means you must be another survivor in this desolate and unforgiving time.
The hardships I went through, the mistakes I made and the friends I lost are all contained in these pages. Who knows, maybe you'll see a semblance of yourself in this journal. I just hope you learn from the mistakes I made and manage to survive like I never could.
But if everything and everyone in the world is already dead. There would be no use for this journal at all. I do not know why I am even writing.