This Is My Story

Prologue

I was only twenty.

It was my twentieth birthday whenever the world fell towards demise.

I didn't ask for this. Lord knows why it happened to me. Why did it happened to me on this day where I should be experiencing the joy of true adulthood?

My Mom, my best friend, my brother, all gone because of this thing they call an apocalypse. Where blood thirsty demons take the lives of loved ones.

I'm given no time to profess the love I had for them because I'm too busy hiding and fighting for my own life. I'm too busy finding the reparation their deaths rightfully deserve.

Why did it happen? If given the opportunity, I would've saved them. I would've taken all their pain, leaving them none in return. Are they after me or do they have some reasoning behind this? Some reasoning that bear my understanding of killing my family.

My Dad and I head towards the bunker in the bowling alley. I always wondered why there was a door that never was opened, and never got shut. We ran downstairs as quickly as possible scarred by the last events that took place and scared for what our lives leave for us next.

Ever since that moment, I've been contemplating, hence why I’m writing. Only God knows where my life will go at this point.

This is my journal.

This is my story.