Summary- Eight years ago, the beginning of the end was set into motion. Now, Dean is alone, Sam is dying, and Castiel is waiting patiently for it all to end.
Pairngs- Destiel.
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Prologue – Dreamer.
Day 2920.
Month 96.
Year 8.
Hello again, inanimate object. Since I last entered anything into this log, I have continued to move towards the north. In the month that has passed, I have started to move into mountain domain – from what I can remember, these are called the 'Rockies'. I understand the reasoning for the name, though I do find it slightly mundane.
Besides this, though, I have encountered nothing of interest. Two abandoned towns – even less then last time – one in which I found a few supplies. Food is growing scarcer, and I hope for my own sake that it's only the approach of winter that takes away the necessities. Animals are becoming more and more feral, foaming at the mouth and attacking with abandon – and I can barely fight them off anymore. One flimsy knife won't hold for much longer, though it has been faithful to me for so long.
I did, though, come across a recently written letter among the supplies in the town. It had no address, nor any way of identifying who sent it – but it told me that what I fear may have indeed happened. The final outpost against the impending doom of humanity may have indeed fallen – Outpost Four was attacked, apparently a few months ago. Though I have sometimes seen the Outpost's large rescue helicopters circling for survivors, I tend to avoid them. Call it instinct. If the outpost truly has fallen, then I'm heading in the right direction. Floods of the last survivors will stream into the danger zone. It will be a bloodbath.
I have nearly filled the whole page, so I will leave now. The next entry will come in a month, given that I am still alive to write it.
Day 2920,
Castiel Robert Novak.
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Note- most chapters will be far longer than this one. This is simply a teaser. Reviews are lovely!