Prologue
Years ago, the world crumbled. Even under all the shelter the world gave us, human civilisation had failed. The foundation that was built up by our ancestors no longer mattered, their sacrifices are now just a mere speck of dust in the pages of our tale. Wise quotes, figurative leaders, even one of Gods saviours can't save us now…. because we are un-saveable.
This new world is dark and savage. We let primitive thinking guide us now, because let's just face it what else do we really have? Hope? Pfft….hope will kill you if you are not careful. Never think you are immune to the evils of this dystopia, you are just a scratch or a bite away from death.
I am not saying these things to scare you, but to keep your guard up. People are not the same, we are no longer united under a country, race, or belief. We all strive for the same thing now, survival, no matter the cost.
Over the past few years I have come to understand my position in the group. I was not a leader or a soldier….(even when the world ended I was still getting picked last for gym, how ironic). No my strength came from my mind, my wit and my ability to document everything. Some have said that I was useless, or that I would have never of lasted as long as I had. Nevertheless, my view on the matter is that without me this group would have drifted apart or would have been their own product of demise. Despite my opinion, we have lost many, some even I was unable to save from the inevitable of this new world.
I often thought about the people that we left behind. Maybe they were angels that had to leave this earth early because they were too innocent live amongst the darkness.Some have said that we were stronger or we were the true survivors, but what if that is not true? Perhaps we were just too stubborn to give into fear because we were the shadows to those angles.
As I sit here in this small room surrounded by the dead, I can only think of you, who I am leaving behind and those who I will be greeting soon. I should not cry, but I, like many others fear death…although what I fear most is that I will never see you again because I will deeply miss you. You who have protected me and never saw me as a burden or weak.
I watched slowly as our group formed into a family…., a family I have come to love, dare I say more than my own. I will miss you all and although this letter will never get to, I just needed to let you know that you were all in my final thoughts. Please I beg of you, do not shed any tears for me or mourn for me. I will be finally returning home.
As always, with affection,
Gwen.
...And If someone happens to find this note, tell Daryl I am sorry for not keeping his promise.