(Exposition: Sealand ((Peter)) and Wy ((Charlotte)) are the only *known* survivors of the apocalypse. that's all.)
Today was a, well, let's just say a massive mess. Barely made it out alive, let alone without much injury. The earth started acting up, sending out massive explosions and shocks in an unprecedented amount of seismic uproar. I say unprecedented because even though I knew, nobody listened. Except for Charlotte here, I don't even know where anybody else is. Maybe we should go find someone. Maybe sail to Spain, I have enough fuel for the trip there and ba-
My thoughts were interrupted by her voice. "Peter? Peter? Are you alright? You're staring at nothing." she asked with a slightly worried tone. "Yeah, I'm fine." I was broken from my thoughts and back into the real world. "I've been thinking," I muttered, "maybe we should go and, you know, find the others."
"The others? As in the other countries?"
"Yeah, maybe we could start at Spain and move eastward. Go through Europe and sweep through Asia."
And with that, our stories really began.