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Uh, hey? I'm not sure if this thing is working, but I guess I'll have to wait and see. If I survive, that is. You see, it's the apocalypse. Wait, uhh, you probably already, umm, knew that. Whoops. Well, voice recorder, I am currently stuck in a building. Wait, someone might find this! Uh, I'm Hannah. Anyways, where was I? Oh yeah, stuck in a building. Well, I'm stuck in a building and the second floor collapsed in front of the door, so I'm currently stuck in the third floor. How did this floor not collapse? Not sure, I'm pretty sure some anti-collapsing technology failed for the second floor, but I'm not sure.

In case you live under a rock and don't know, the apocalypse is not full of zombies. In fact, it is full of- at first glance- nothing. But then you realize the sky is foggy and more curved. My theory is that each person is stuck in their own dome. It actually a very clever apocalypse if you ask me. Perfect psychological way to break someone. Great, won't be long before I break and start hallucinating. Perrrrfect. Ugh, I hate this. I'm sure there are some people who had rich areas and collected tons of food but died- disease or something because we people are the only moving things in these domes. Not even a single bug.

Yay, no bacon. That sentence was sarcastic.

Anyways, the topic. How would I know if people had collected tons of things and died? Well, occasionally, some supplies will arrive right next to me with a note that says "From the user before you, who has died." Oh look, here comes one now.

Rustle- rustle. Ehehe, did the voice recorder record the rustling? Eh, I'll probably see later. What's this? No. Can it? Is it? Canned beans? So many canned baked beans! There's like, five canned beans! Awesome! They found a gun and some bullets, but I mean, there's really no point, nothing to shoot. Man, I envy whoever has gotten Tokyo or New York, so many people and places to raid. But the unlucky ones got some place like the middle of Africa or something, where there's nothing. Those were among the first to die, I know because the third day I kept getting bundles of grass.

It's been a week in the dome. When I awoke the first day, there was a backpack with an envelope in front of it. In it, it said 'Welcome to your very own personal dome! You have been assigned D-37, the Montana region, the city of Missoula. In two weeks you will be moved, along with any supplies packed into the two backpacks that will arrive on the day before you are moved. In this bag are some supplies to get you started. Enjoy Missoula!'

Yup, so next week I'm moving! I'm pretty hopeful, actually, because that means I might get a pretty good place! So you came in the bag that gave me more hope! Well, I better go! Bye!

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I turn off my voice recorder and look around. Let's see... how to get out of this building. Well, I could just stay here for a week, but I have some sick gear back at camp. Well, I guess the only thing left is to jump. Not like, a death jump or something, but this building has a fancy bouncy covering thing in front of the door. I jump out the window and land, bouncing once, twice, and a third time before sliding down to the ground, the bag of new supplies in my hands.

I head back to my camp, a random (but nice) house I found. I go upstairs and enter the first door once I'm inside. All my supplies. I suppose I could've just left lying around anywhere, but I'm a bit more organized then that.

I pick up an axe in my hand and head off to get some wood. I don't want cold beans, definitely not. So I head off towards the small group of trees. Once I had noticed that on the other side, the forest side with a river and berries and stuff, there was another dome. I sat there for the entire first day, munching on some bags of chips I found at a gas station.

Suddenly, I saw someone come towards the dome wall. We stood there for a minute, staring at each other, before waving. I studied him. He was tall with dark hair. His face had a few scabs and his hands had a sliver or two. Suddenly, he turned and walked away.

It startled me so much I had dropped my chips. But that's all in the past, now, I suppose.

I sigh and swing my ax at the tree. After a few swings at a branch, it comes crashing down. From there I start to chop up the tree branch and carry it back to camp. My ax is on the top, teetering without any support. Once I'm back in camp, I start a fire in the fireplace. I grab a pot and put it over the crackling fire.

I drop in the beans and wait, occasionally stirring or sneaking one in my mouth. Finally it's done and I eat.