Log to the end of the world

The just survived

A young man gave me this book- diary, really. He said his sister's friend started it, a log to write down what we need to, to lighten our shoulders. I'm to pass it along to someone when I'm done.

We've been here at the this camp, nicknamed, 'New Hope' for about a week now. We don't mean to leave. Here, there are people. And people need other people, simple as that.

There is food too- I can't remember the last time I've had a proper meal. I'm not entirely sure if what we're eating is a proper meal, but nether less, it's food to keep us going. And I'm pretty sure I like food.

The journey here was almost bad as the war itself- if that's possible. A few of us died on the way. Sad as it was, it was probably because of that our provisions lasted the whole journey. Some of us feel sick, and some were just sick with sadness. But we're here and that's all it matters.

The graveyard is quite a sight. All those markers- they each symbolise one lost life. I suppose that's how we'll be able to guess how many died- count the markers. Even though there's many out there who haven't been buried.

The people here are hardy people- survivors. They won't give up. They can't give up, not now. Giving up means dying, and helping others die.I came here were about four others- strangers, before the war, but now they're almost like family.

War sometimes does bring out the best in some people. No one steals anymore. No one is greedy. Everyone gets their fair share, and they're happy with just that. Just happy to be alive.

No one fights, or argues, or becomes angry. They don't have the energy to spare, and there's no point at all. No one blames anyone for the war; there weren't any winners this time, especially since the candidates for that position are either dead or living in rubble.

It's quiet, apart from the sound of people working- no one talks. It's funny, the fact that there were all those apocalypse movies, all of them dramatic and well, loud. But this end of the world? It's quiet. A mourning silence. 

I'm glad to be alive. Very glad. Me, and many others hope to stay that way for a while, too.

Since that favour thing was started in this log, I'm doing it too. My favour is to go outside, look at the plants, animals if they're there, the sky and then yourself. And then know that you are alive, and be thankful.

Thankfully alive,

-the just survived