I've realized I always write in this journal on days that start with '2'. I had to leave my safe haven. Too many creatures swarmed me and him. If it weren't for those fucking pricks i might still have my damn dinner. I don't feel like writing much this time, I have to find a safe place to sleep.
Those don't come to often, I know I'm talking to myself but this is for future humans, if any are left, about my struggle through these hard times. It feels as if, the cities don't seem so destroyed the farther I go. Maybe poeple have already built a safe haven for survivors like me!
That's a lot to ask for though, no one could really have survived this fallout and then rebuilt as if it were nothing. It seems wrong yet right. More of those creatures swarm me when I'm in the streets, the more that come, the more food for me. Basically if you find these same creatures just eat them, it's easy to do and hunt them, because they don't move that fast, most of em anyway.
There's too many fucking things going through right now, I'll just sleep....
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Fear
RandomA man with amnesia lived five years in a bunker, escapes and is pursued by many creatures, but will his amnesia prove that this is a lie? ((10 part story))
