CHAPTER 1 DEAR DIARY
No matter how hard you try, or how hard other people try, it is not possible. Millions of millions have tried, and failed. There has never been a winner, a survivor, never. There will never be. Thousands of years, spent on the impossible. We have all tried, for so long, and it goes on forever, that it is, giving up time, for all of us. There will never be anything that anyone can do. We will never be able to conker. Until the day that had been said, spoken, came, but we did not know when it would come, in till the day, and that day was today. It had started, and we knew, I knew! It had come! And it was ready. And it was hungry.
It was a Wednesday, a cold breezy morning Wednesdays, in November. We all woke up the same way, at six am with the birds singing, and the sun glazing through the tall thick leafed trees. Even though it was winter, we still enjoyed the breath of the sunny air, but not for long. The sunny air, wildlife and freedom, will not last for ever. The rain draws closer as the sun hides behind the clouds, animals shriek with horror and the days are getting darker and darker. The freedom disappears, as the weather turns miserable. At night the wild animals go crazy: wolves, bears and other animals get even more blood thirsty with anger. There all getting ready for the time ahead. They know what's coming; and they're preparing for the event!