ForbiddenDreaming
My name is Ashe Evans. What you're about to read is an enhanced version of my journal, which I've been faithfully adding to for many years. I'm nearing my end, and before I go, I thought I'd at least leave some recollection that I used to exist. I've taken the liberty of piecing my journal entries together into an actual story in case someone ever finds this. I have no idea how you found this or why, but you'd better prepare yourself for one hell of a story. This is what happened after the fall of humanity.
I'll give you fair warning, this story contains descriptions of graphic violence, gore, swearing, and yes, it also happens to be a love story. To the faint of heart, turn away now. I'm not gonna sugarcoat it, this is a story of pain and heartbreak. But hey, kick back and relax, you might even enjoy it.
Everything you're about to read is true. It is all taken directly from the witness, me, and I'll try to tell the story in as much detail as I can.
This is the story of Ashe Evans. And this is how she died.