An American apocalypse

by theRandomscrolls

You're reading my journal. That's ok, 'cuz when i wrote it hoping someone would find it and read it. I hoped that someone would know my name and the names of the amazing people surrounding me when all the zombies were shot and burned, and our bodies had been buried or eaten. So go ahead. Read it.

16. Entry 16

I don't own Hetalia.

I knew what was in those fucking boxes. I could smell them even under all the fucking air fresheners. Why the fuck did I feel the need to open one and confirm it?! It was simple enough to figure out without opening the stupid shitty things!

Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit…

If this is my last entry than I have been discovered and probably executed in secret along with Kiku Honda, Mei Wang and Elizabeta Hédeváry. Or we have been forced to flee and if that is the case then I will pick up another book and use it as a journal, so look for it. Odds are if we are discovered I will be killed.

We will all be killed.

Every single student left alive will be killed and it's only a matter of time until they start in earnest.

So if this is the last entry you ever read from me, remember our names and remember what they did to us. Please don't forget us or that there were children no older than twelve among the people they killed.

Don't forget the students of the World Academy.