March 20, 2013
"Welcome to the real word."
Do you remember? Those were the first words you said to me. As you dragged me through the dust filled air, the creaking wooden boards, and the dusty landscape.
Like your last words, I'll never forget those first words you said to me.
I wasn't sure what to think at first. I knew I was alone, of that much I was sure. I never once imagined there were more people out there. Beyond the small, abandoned town that I lived in. At first, I used to think you were an omen. Bad things followed you wherever you went. Then I realized you were exactly the opposite. You were a guardian angel sent from above to protect me.
And it pains me everyday to know that I'll never be able to repay the favor.
I hope that someday someone will be able to read this and know about you. About what you've done to protect the survival of humanity they probably don't even know about. Maybe they'll even put you into one of those history books that you liked to read so often. That'd be cool, right?
To whom every is reading this, this is one of those, "to whom it may concern" letters people used to get. Except, this isn't a letter. It's a story.
There are only two people in the world that know about this story, and currently, as I'm writing this, one is dead. When people finally find this, I'm going to have been long dead, but my legacy will be alive. It'll be alive because of my guardian. You may not know this, but you are my legacy.
After the Disaster, there was nothing left. Everything was gone. Every single day I asked myself why I had been cursed to walk among this desolate place by myself. Then my guardian explained everything to me. There was a great being set out to recreate a better world. I found out in time that it was only a ploy to recreate their own world, not one for others. And for this, they created weapons to do the killing for them.
I can only hope that what you see today is the vision my guardian shared with me. I loved my guardian with all of my being, so I can only dream that what's alive now is just what she envisioned it to be.
Before I confuse you anymore, let's go back to the beginning, shall we? I wrote this entire thing, so I don't believe it's incredibly dry or horrid. When you're the last person on the face of the planet, you tend to develop a sense of humor pretty quick. This story takes place in exactly one week. I know, unbelievable, right? I still can't even believe it myself.