we live in the catacombs

we're fucked

Yup,that's right. We're fucked. Completely and utterly fucked. I guess I should introduce myself,my names josh,but people usually call me jank,I know,it's dumb. But no one gives a damn about that. Why the fuck would they. I don't even know what happened. I'm confused,I'm hurt,I'm angry.
My family and I were out on a holiday in Paris. We originate from Australia so it was quite different. I didn't really like it if I'm honest,it's boring and big. I just wanted to go back home with my girlfriend Joe but we were stuck here for a month. It got boring quickly. But I was quite looking forward to seeing the catacombs. I'd seen pictures and they seem kinda cool. Now I'm sick of them. My mum and dad were walking around the boring drab streets when suddenly....it happend...it was scary it was terrifying... I'm only 16 I don't deserve this...the planes...they flew over us and...bombs and...it's mostly a blur but it poisens my mind of mercless memories. I ran as fast as I could while brown rubble fell amung our pointless souls. 2 men grabbed me. I'm a male so I wasn't scared. Oh,and it was the end of the world. They pulled me down deep into the catacombs, I was surrounded by around a dozen other people. They all looked terrified. Well who could blame them really. My eyes stung with misery as I faint and slam into the ground.
I wake up with a sharp pain in my forehead. I reach up and feel my hands go warm with my thick blood. Shit. I think to myself. Shit. I...ummm,I'm fucked. I sit up to see 3 people laying around me,asleep. They had some pretty bad wounds themselves. A tall woman comes rushing over to me "oh honey are you OK?" I could tell she was a mother. Her eyes felt warm and welcoming. "I'm...I...dunno..." She looks at me,concerned. "You hit your head pretty hard there didn't you?" "I really did,it hurts like hell" "watch your language young man." Yup. She was defiantly a mum.
I looked around. The place was defiantly creepy. Skulls everywhere. A blast has kept us locked up into the catacombs. There was a large amount of rubble that was keeping us in. Apparently people had been trying to get it open for a few hours,that's also how long I was out for.
I know this sounds dumb but what I hated the most was that they went through my bag for supplies. I know its important or whatever but still,I didn't like it. Even though all that was in there was a notepad,some pencils, a few books and my wallet,all pretty pointless to them at the minute. But not to me,as soon as I found out my note pad was will OK  (even though it was just laying on the floor thank you very much!) I grabbed it and started writing in it as I always carry around a pencil in my pocket. And well,now I'm here. My pencils getting blunt and I'm super tired. I don't think I'll get sleep tonight if I'm honest. But I may as well try. So I guess I'll keep writing in the morning or whenever I wake up or whatever. So um,bye.