Prologue

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Prologue

(Video Recording) "My name is Amelia, the date and time is 18 Months, four days and thirteen hours.....This is entry number thirty seven.....Our food supply is almost depleted entirely. A small group of volunteers will go out to find as much food as possible. The garden is doing well, soon we will have a steady food supply, at least i hope so..........We lost two more people last week, and a family of seven came to us looking for shelter, food. We now have forty one people in our community.......... Repairs on the fence will start tomorrow because a large group of Ghouls broke down a section of the south fence. The leaders of our community say we need to make the fence larger by expanding on the north and west sections. That would make room for more living quarters and a bigger garden............... That's about all for now, Goodbye."

I turn of my small red video recorder, holding it in my hands for a solid minute. I carefully place my video recorder down on my desk and clap my hands together, the lights above me shut off, leaving me encased in the dark. I pick up my video recorder again and turn it on, the bright screen illuminating my face. I find my first entry and play it. Watching as my frantic, scared face appears on the screen.

(Video Recording) H-hello... Hello..... I don't know what's going on, no one has told me anything, this morning my dad woke me up and told me to pack my stuff, and that we are going to the bunker. He wouldn't tell me what's going on. He, my mon and my brothers left a couple hours ago, t-to go get supplies I think. I'm here in the bunker all by myself. I'm scared................. This morning, i saw my friend's dad get shot by a cop, after that my friend ran away .I-I don't know where he is. (Whispering) What has this world come to...........................................(gasp).......... D-did you hear that."

The video ends there, I was fourteen, that was almost two years ago. As soon as my dad and brothers left to go get supplies, I found the video recorder in the closet of my room, in the very back corner, the only video on there was corrupted, it played only static. This little video recorder is the way I remember the beginning, it's also how I keep track of time. It's always counting the hours, whether it's on or off. The hours are shown in the top corner of the screen. The noise at the end of the recording was my dad and brothers coming back from their supply run. My dad later told me that they went to a sporting goods store to get weapons and ammo. B-but my mother was shot in the process. I ran to the gates when they got back, they had backpacks full of weapons and they even picked up my cousin Tyler and his family, but they lost my mom. That was the worst day of my life.

The beginning of the end.     


>>>Hello everyone Allesha here. Okay so I decided it's time for me to write an original story so here it is<<<

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