It's been almost a year...slowly my skin has turned a sickly white and I am continuing throw up blood, furthering the hunger that the famine caused the clouds of red chemicals has caused. I've been biting at my fingers lately, I don't know why, but I nearly bit them down to the bone. It's getting hard to stay awake, hard to sleep...I am 20 miles away from a camp that is against the GCA, I will write again once I get there, the air is thick and hard to breath, but it's still oxygen, I'll live....I should thank the Lord for keeping me alive this long. Hopefully the people at camp are friendly, and hopefully I don't wake up to vultures again...pesky birds...
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From the Ashes: Journal of Joshua Galen
General FictionA journal format story of a wanderer in a apocalyptic setting, as he slowly is overcome by a virus that has destroyed society.
