A Journal About The Apocalypse

Prologue

Ever since the tectonic earthquake that literally shook the world happened, all hell broke loose.

It triggered a lot of volcanoes and tsunamis all over the world. The air and water are polluted. There's only a small percentage of food source in the world.

Climate change also hopped into action. All weathers are now extreme. Hurricanes, blizzards, storms, you name it.

All of that happened in two months. Immediately killing almost every living thing. Only some survived.

And that includes this young man walking in a scorched city, searching for food and shelter.

His clothes are torn apart, don't know how it still fit on his body. Sunburned skin all over him. Apart from the sunburn, his skin is pale. Except under his eyes, which is dark bags.

His knees buckled from weariness. And he fell. Face first. His whole body is shivering from exhaustion.

But he can't just drop dead. That'll make him look like a loser. Even though his body are against him, he crawled and crawled.

Then, something caught his vision. A horizontally fallen building with an opening through its smashed window.

Shelter! And maybe he can find food!

Adrenaline kicked in and finally, he made it. He slowly stood up and walked into the building. Carefully avoiding the glass pieces.

It looks like someone has inhabited or just walking by. Based on the footprints on the dusty floor.

There's a vending machine, glass already shattered. A few snacks and drinks in there.

The drinks don't look great. So that's a no. And something's swimming in one of the bottles.

Snacks are probably still edible. Granola bars, chips, chocolate bars, cookies.

He shot out his hands and grabbed a few. God, it's been days since he last properly ate. Only raw meat and edible plants.

To quench his thirst, he drank pee and water that looks cleaner. Yes, he finds it very revolting. But he can't do anything.

So when he saw water bottles at the top left corner, euphoria filled his veins.

With no hesitation, he grabbed one and drank until it's empty. Finally, something decent. After eating some of the snacks, he started to explore this particular room.

Beside the water bottles, are backpacks. He must've been blinded with thirst and hunger. Never noticed that.

He'll check it later.

There are some clean spots on the dusty floor. Little trinkets on top of them. Definitely he's in someone's base.

Other than that, there's nothing strange. And as he promised to himself earlier, he came towards those bags.

He knew it's very rude to interrupt with someone else's things. But he can't help himself to check it.

Three hiking backpacks, time to check them out.

First backpack: first aid kit, lots of snacks and candies, a flashlight and batteries, a tumbler and a thermos, a set of clothes, a walkie-talkie, sleeping bag, lots of bandages, scissors, duct tapes, and.. pens.

The owner might be the medic of a group. And pens. Like tons of them. A hobby? Like collecting buttons instead it's pens?

Second backpack: a flashlight and batteries, sleeping bag, a gallon water bottle with water, three swiss army knives, a walkie-talkie, matches and a lighter, a set of clothes, and a hatchet.

Don't think he wants to mess with this owner. He tried lifting it and it barely leave the floor.

Third backpack: a walkie-talkie, an atlas and some maps, a flashlight and batteries, a compass, a set of clothes, sleeping bag, binoculars, thermal binoculars, two cameras, and a.. journal.

Is that why the first backpack contain that many pens? For writing a journal. He took a better inspection.

"A journal about the apocalypse." He read it out loud. Well this will be interesting. He opened the first page. A little introduction.

If you're reading this, you're probably in need of help or just stumbled upon this journal of ours. Or you're from the future, if there is still any humanity.

"I can assure you I'm not from the future since I still live in this chaos of a world." He commented to himself.

Well, let me introduce myself. I'm Ranboo. I was just an ordinary teenager when the apocalypse hit the world. Real bummer.

"It is a bummer." He giggled. God, he needs some help.

While finding ways to survive I met two people who turns out to be my lifelong friends. Tommy and Tubbo.

He also met two people. He wonders if he will meet them again.

Oh wait, they want to write

Let's see what they'll write.

If youre reading this, than youre a pussy
-Tommy aka big man-

This Tommy person really like cursing. A teenager? Might be.

Helo, pleas keeq dis if neebed anb stey safe ;)
-Tubbo-

Struggling with words. Well in this world, writing is practically useless.

That's not a good way to greet someone, Tommy. And your spelling is getting better, Tubbo. Yeah, those are my friends.

Quite lovely friends. He wish he can see his own friends again.

And I guess you can continue reading. Oh and the first few pages are just drawings, ignore them. Around page six or seven is where we start writing.

He flipped the pages and looked at some of the drawings. Really random.

There's the word 'pogchamp' in filling almost a page. He doesn't think it's a real word.

And then he saw writings. He supposed it was Ranboo that mostly wrote.

This will keep him occupied.

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