So much has happened. Perhaps a bit cliché, but it is simply the truth. Before I begin to turn the horrors of the situation into words, I feel I should explain myself. My name is Darren Chang. I moved to Empire City when I was in Elementary School when my mother got promoted to a higher level position in the fashion company she worked at. My parents have both since moved out of the city, but I've lived here ever since. After I graduated out of high school, I got a job at a pizza delivery and eventually bought myself a small apartment. I worked there for about two years until I was let go last week due to not reaching my quota. Shortly after, I got a job at a post office delivering packages and it's been going pretty well. Of course, the blast took out the post office so I'll probably have to find a new job once this whole mess gets cleared up. And speaking of "this mess," I think it's time I stop rambling and get to it.
That day at the post office was going the same as any other day. I was delivering packages to various buildings in the Historic District and dealing with the commonly irritating people. On my break, I was talking to the other package deliverer, Cole. I feel kind of bad because I was making fun of his sling bag. It had the Sly Cooper logo on it, some kids game that a guy like him was way too old to be a fan of. Of course it doesn't matter much now as Cole's last delivery was pretty close to the epicenter of the blast. He would have been incinerated instantly, so at least it was a painless death.
Anyway, what happened was a terrorist attack. A bizarre blue blast with the epicenter in the Historic District took down several buildings and killed thousands. Luckily I was far away enough from the epicenter to escape alive; although I did suffer some minor burns after the shockwave the blast gave off flew me close to a fire. After the initial blast, several balls of fire rained down from the sky. I had made my way across the bridge a few minutes after the blast but I heard a second much smaller attack of what appeared to be bolts of blue lightning coming from the sky hit the bridge about five minutes later.
Well now I'm just sitting in my apartment, writing in a notebook. I remember how long it took to get the 2001 terrorist attack sorted out and this one was way worst. It'll be over a week before daily life can continue as normal. Until then though, I'll just keep writing in this thing every night.