After the War

Entry 001

This world was destroyed before I was even born... a harsh bleak place where we constantly live in darkness. Twenty percent of the human population moved underground when IT happened. The nuclear war known as World War Three devastated man kind. We used to have many humans living on the Earth but they were mostly wiped out.

No human lives on the surface. The atmosphere is too toxic for us to even be living there. I'm sure many knows what happened back in World War II. The time when nuclear weapons made their debut. Hiroshima and Nagasaki were two cities that had suffered from the devastating effects of the the nuclear bombs Little Boy and Fat Man.

I'm sure the Japanese people were suffering with the destruction and radiation poisoning. That's what happened here. Every country that had access to nuclear weapons had all gone into conflict and war was waged. This war went on for a consecutive ten years and the end result was that the surface no longer became habitable. That was one hundred years ago.

The year is now 2125. I was born exactly twenty years ago. Today is my birthday. It's also a day where think about who my ancestor was. He had a vision, a dream... he wanted to create a nation of his own... one filled with peace and happiness since he condemned his world. He knew a nuclear war would take place but nobody listened to him. How sad.

His last dying words that I remember my grandparents telling me was that he knew his dream would never be realised. I actually agree.

If I've learnt anything from all the history books I was forced to read, it was that people always had good intentions when becoming the founders of some nations. Another thing I learnt was that people who came after twisted their predecessors' words in order to corrupt those nations.

So even if my ancestor's dreams were realised, someone would later come to shatter it. I'm heading out again today. I always wear a hazmat suit in order to see if I can go out. The radiation has been dying down... but for some reason I don't know why. I sometimes got radiation poisoning because I tried to learn to adapt to the atmosphere up on the surface. I almost knocked on death's door every time. But for some reason I've been growing stronger for that.

I'm not taking the risk again and I'm sure nobody will help me this time. My mother died from radiation poisoning for the exact same reason as I did. We're tired of living in the dark. I just wanna live on the surface like how humans last century did. Fresh air that wouldn't kill you. Besides, I also wanna do this because our food supply had been very low underground and the population numbers have been dwindling down because of it.

I fear that if we can't find any food and soon... The human race will be extinct. It's also different because these humans deserve to live. The ones that didn't died in the war.

This is it. A post apocalyptic world and I'm trying to see if I can live on the surface. I hope I can survive because this is going to be the biggest risk that I'm going to take.