Hello there! I wanted to try something different with this fic. It's going to be a series, I have an idea of where I want to take it from here. I got this idea while watching a youtuber names SSundee play Plague Inc. Truly it's a more terrifying game then Five Night's at Freddy's.

And I'm doing it diary style after one of my favorite post apocalypse books. Nuclear War Diary by James E. Sanford, Jr. It's awesome, very 80's, end of cold war nuclear fear type stuff. It's an amazing book. Very different, very awesome.

Anyway, comments and suggestions for improvement are always welcomed! ^^

World Status: Post Apocalypse

Current Location: UN Headquarters, Europe

Log Entry: #001

Humanity is in ruins.

Alright, I suppose that's a bit of a dramatic start, that's something the Frog might write. But, sadly it does ring true.

Perhaps about a year ago, maybe longer a virus started sweeping the world. Sources said it started in India, but it couldn't be confirmed. Either way, it was named Strain 665 in the laboratories and was though to be as harmless as the common cold. The early symptoms were just as innocuous. However, as it started evolving and infecting the population, it became clear it was much more deadly.

The common people started referring to it as Father Death when the first million died.

To their credit, scientists around the world worked non-stop on cure when we realized it was deadly. My own nation, United Kingdom, led the charge. We even canceled the Summer Olympics we were hosting, redirecting those funds into a cure. But it wasn't enough. Despite our best efforts, all of humanity was infected. Every last human, including us personified nations became infected.

I speculate that's when the virus mutated. Almost as if it knew it was primed to destroy humanity. It was terrifying.

Harmless symptoms, such as coughing and sneezing became so severe, we ran out of quarantine space to house them all. Other symptoms started showing up, vomiting, dysentery, blindness. Drugs were no longer effective against it. Scientists just couldn't keep up with the mutations Strain 665 was undergoing.

Then, people started dying. Thousand's a day. Ten thousand a day. Hundred thousand a day. It was mind boggling to think about and we could only stand there and watch as insanity and anarchy began to take over the world. The cure effort's were abandoned after the key lab was exploded by an overworked, anemic and sleep deprived scientist.

We nations tried our utmost to keep our respective government's running. For some, there was nothing that could be done. Norway, Sweden and the Baltic's were sent spiraling into anarchy so quickly, no one could have stopped it. Asian nations held on strong, they were the last to collapsed fully while all of North and South America was ravaged by riots and looters. Canada, America and Mexico all fled to the relative safety of Europe.

When the human population dwindled down to under three hundred thousand, those world leaders left came to us nations. It was time to sever the ties that bound us to the land itself. It wouldn't make us mortal, as we were never humans to begin with but it would lessen the effects of Father Death for us somewhat as we wouldn't be so connected to our people. It's a big ritual type ceremony I won't bore you with as there is no point now, but almost as soon as it finished, we began to feel better. It was a weight lifted off our chest.

A bittersweet feeling indeed. We were still infected but it would longer to kill us. We don't know if we had months, years or centuries left. Truly, I think this was the last cruel act the humans could inflict on us, topping all the wars they had ever put us through.

I suppose you could say as a consolation prize, they gave us the European UN Headquarters in Geneva, Switzerland. For a bunker, for a base. For our home until Father Death finally comes to claim us. I don't know, but for now, all the nations that could make it to Europe over the devastation are now living here under the same roof. There are many of us, I would say at one hundred, I haven't bothered to count. It's selfish of me to point out but at least my family is here.

From hence-forth, I will no longer use our nations names in this log to identify us as we are no longer attached to the land. I will use our human names.

I am Arthur Kirkland, formerly known as the nation of England.

This log will be left in the common area of our new home. Any persons present are allowed to contribute.

Many of us present saw the birth of written history. It seems only fitting that we should be around to write its last few lines.