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Diary entry number one March 3rd, 2016
Dear Diary,
I hate to have to write to a blank book because there simply isn't anyone left. It's not their fault, really it's not. In fact most of them just faded against their will. It wasn't as messy as when the crazy ones just killed the nearest people, but it still was terrifying witnessing it. I still don't understand why any of this is happening, all I do know is that I literally truely am alone. My few friends, not very close really, faded but my parents were killed right in front of me. My mom stayed alive long enough to shove me out the door as a fader was killing my dad. Their screams still haunted my nightmares a year later. They were blood curdling at best but on worse nights I could actually see the horrifying images flying through my head. They were the last people to be ripped from me and I honestly haven't gotten close to anyone since.
Didn't have much of a choice, the world is a ghost planet. Opportunities of running into other human beings are few and far in-between. This wasn't that big a deal in my book. Too many people are awful to be around and cause this pressure in my chest, one where you can't breathe even if there is really nothing wrong with you. The planet looks just wrong, so dead with no one to keep everything going. I was looking for an any possible canned things to eat. You can't get picky when there's nothing else. You can see the television from where I'm siting right now diary, I wonder what was the last thing that was playing on it before it stopped working? ...
I have now decided diary that I am going to write this almost like a novel because that's the only way to truely get the whole experience. Because what just happened just proves to me that things are going to get quite interesting at the very least.
Basically diary the unthinkable just happened! The television actually turned on! Who actually knew there was enough electricity for that to work anymore? They must have hacked into the TV's from somewhere else. I'm not going to lie to you diary I almost crapped myself at a shocking velocity at the sudden noise. It's been much too long since I've actually heard or seen a TV on. A rather undignified shriek also ripped rather painfully from my throat. When you don't talk to people for a year your voice really doesn't get any use. I mean sometimes I sing to myself the old lullabies my mom used to sing all the time. It helps to lessen the pain, but only slightly.
The TV was just repeating the same message over and over. It was just too good to be true.
"The future was never meant to be this way! We know what went wrong and YOU can help us put things right!" the rest just kept an address on the screen. It had to be where their place was. My eyebrows crinkled together, my lower lip being abused by my teeth. I have no idea if this is legitimate or a ploy to murder more people. But what do I honestly have to lose? I chuckle darkly to myself at that question, as I have said like three times now I literally don't have anything more to my name than the clothes on my back and my diary. Yes you know what? I am so going through with heading to the address on screen. If anything I wanted to go just to know what the hell happened to cause everything to go to hell like it did. But knowing me I was most probably going to join these people with whatever they threw at me so that I could say I did something to help stop or change the whole apocalypse happening. Yes you know what diary this is the best idea your nonexistent brain has convinced me to do. Huh I really need to stop talking to a diary, it's making me crazier than I already am.
Charlie out!