Day 5 of this new world. The future will be dead, nothing left, nothing left to fight for, all hope is lost and yet there is no moral reason left to live. We strive for a hope, scratching and clawing at the surface of this damned land that someday, when our journey is over, we hope to be apart of finding that hope and reaching for it. We will find this hope this i vow, or die trying.
Year 4 of this wasteland. We are freezing during the day and burning at night, if there is a god, why would he put us through this torment. He must be the younger version of I, the one who wanted to see the world burn and it looks like I got what I wanted the most when I was young, but that was right before the world went cold and slowly started to decay. There were thousands and thousands of us when this first started, but there are only forty of us left. The rest starved out and died, some went out on their own and were never heard from again, others were mutated, I was among the mutated but luckily mine wasn’t as bad as theirs. People look up to me as a god, a god. The very creature I despise and yet they worship me and for what, hope? I am nothing, I bring no hope, these “good people” made a religion out of a person who survived the mutation, but before all this, they wouldn’t even spit in my direction, I suppose it takes the end of the world, to be noticed.
Weeks after the 4th year. The population has seemed to be growing, however more and more people are mutated but not in the way the mutation usually take effects. Instead of getting powers or an extra limb, the mutations have evolved for them to spilt in half, making them have shorter versions than the original host, they seem peaceful enough and they only eat the bodies of the dead, none of the living, which would seem wrong years ago but now we are used to seeing this so often we don’t get sick about it anymore. Have we become monsters? Have…. Have I become more of a monster over this period of time? I have began to stop being bothered by the people who claim that I am a god, instead I accept it, no the words I would use is that I CRAVE it. I enjoy seeing them praise me rather than treat me like the others and the unknown mutants have began to praise me as well. I.. never felt so accepted.
3 months into the 4th year. Oh god, oh god. I…. didn’t expect any of this to happen in this way… I got innocent people killed.. for.. for.. Denying my powers.. I had the other mutants kill them and I didn’t even bat an eye. I HAVE become a monster, for anyone who is reading this please, please if you find me, put me out of my miserdashbkfg.
6 months after the 4th year. Hello, I don’t remember my real name but people now call me 4, an rather unusual name but it’s better than ass breath or something of the sort. My colleagues and I have stumbled across this camp that seems to be inhabited at a time not too long ago, but the in habitants have either changed location or died out, I shall look into, but now I am to continue this mans journal, whoever he may be and what he has seen, I shall keep it going until the time of my death, then I leave it to my companion, lao. I look forward to the people who will read this in the future and what they might learn from us. Hopefully, I am there for that moment.
8 months after the 4th year. I met this girl, she is a mutant that I like to call “the decreasing danger and the increasing death”, an odd name I know of this, but according to the man who had the journal before me and from what I have seen, this is a logical name for them. Anywho, like I was saying, I met this girl, her name is “Hope”. Is she the person everybody has been looking for, all these years is it a girl? Or is there something I am missing, no I went through the numbers several times, there is no possible way it can be anything else. She must be a god, someone who can change things back to the way things were, the real problem is that I will have to find a way to earn her trust, they don’t usually trust humans or whatever the hell we are called.
10 months into the 4th year. I UNDERSTAND NOW, HOPE, WHAT WILL BECOME OF EVERYONE AND EVERYTHING, IT DIDN’T MAKE SENSE AT FIRST BUT NOW IT’S CLEAR! I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS MOMENT FOR A LONG LONG TIME! THE REASON OF WHAT HAS HAPPENED WAS A WARNING, YES I REPEAT A WARNING. THAT IF WE DIDN’T CHANGE OUR WAYS THAT WE. Hello future person, and or artificial intelligence. My name, is hope. The men who wrote in this book before me haven’t learned the reason behind my method, one made himself a god and the other.. tried to seduce me. Which worked, however he did it for himself, to find out my methods. Yes I am a god like being I won’t deny that, but my method is simply… unthinkable, you will not understand and I don’t expect you too. Just please heed my warning, anyone who writes in this journal is doomed somehow, even I am at risk, when I finish this sentence something horrible might happen, there is a 1% chance that nothing will happen, but even gods aren’t that lucky. If you find this, don’t write in this. Goodbye.
7 weeks after the 8th year. Hi, my name is tore, I don’t know how to read but I can write. I.. came across a.. I can’t explain it, oh god, I think it moved, I’m going to go touch it.
3 months after the 10th year. Hello my name is.
