March 20th, 3012
Hello, my name is Renesmee Carlie Cullen. I'm so glad I found this blank journal in the remains of an old convenience store. And these pens are a luxury, too. Now I can finally write down my experiences of living in this wasteland. If people find this after we all die, if we are lucky enough to die, they will know why there is no life on the planet Earth. As far as I know, I'm the only human life left on planet earth. And I'm not really a human anyway. I'm half vampire and I'm just over 990 years old. And about 300 years ago, the earth over populated, and we began to run out of resources. Then everybody started fighting and starving and…well it all happened pretty fast. Pretty much everyone died except for the ones that couldn't. The animals, the plants, the people, gone. All gone. Went bye bye. And guess what happened to us? The vampires? Half of us killed each other fighting over the last drops of blood we could find, and whoever survived is now thirsty and crabby. None of us really have fun anymore. Complain, complain, complain… for god sakes, make it stop!
Me and my family...we used to just live on animal blood...but now we can't afford to be so picky. If we are lucky enough to find any blood at all, we drink. Sure, if we end up killing a human, we feel bad about it, but we don't really have a choice.
I am lucky enough to be able to survive off of people food. So that's exactly what I do. It tasts gross, but hey, it beats being hungry.
But the thing is, I do still get hungry, because food is so hard to find. I am lucky enough to have a nose that can sniff out food for me. And right now I smell moldy hotdogs. That's why I was digging through this sad pile of building.
Oh well, better keep digging.
March 21st, 3012
Oh I'm soooo hungry! And nothing good came out of those hot dogs. They were bad! I just puked them pack up! It was gross and I could literaly smell it from 15 miles away. And even worse, if there is any food around here, the puke smell is covering up the sent. Ugh I hate this. So. Freakin. Much.
You know, none of this would quite so bad if Jacob were here...no. I'm not going to get into that. Way to painful.
March 23rd, 3012
You know today I saw the skelliton of a dead dear...so I brought it to the boat my family lives in now. We think it used to be a cruize ship.
They looked at it and then looked at me like they were confused. So I just shrugged and took a peice to my room and started chewing on it like it was a peice of bread. It tasted like dirt and mold and rotton eggs, but I pretended it tasted like chicken. Not the kind I'd be lucky to find now, the kind that was actually good. The kind that humans used to make before they all died. The kind they served in super fancy restronts. The kind that I missed right now, with all my heart. I closed my eyes and pretended I was in Red Robin and this was my dinner. Oh, what a pleasure. Yum.
Well, I can't prettend anymore. My bone is in thousands of tiny peices on my floor, and I'm back to the wasteland that I used to call home. The place that is now just an empty shell.
I'm now rolled over with my head on my dusty little pillow, somehow writing while wiping the tears from my eyes.
I think I need to sleep now.