Look out above
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  • Parts 47
  • Time 3h 58m
Complete, First published Nov 14, 2017
I haven't... I haven't seen the sun, not in a very long long time...
I remember how it felt against my skin, the heat, how it would use to blind me.
I haven't seen plants, trees, grass, the ocean, a lake, an animal.

 I've never been outside, it's the same for all of us, us survivors. The world went to hell, to war 72 years ago against brains and brauns, scientist created a bomb that was suppose to end the war but instead it destroyed the world. But there where survivors, we've been living underground in our base camp we call "underworld", it's total hell down here.

Recently some of us go back to the surface 20ft above, some don't come back, the ones that do come back, they talk about people, people like us but far from a civil mind, we call them the rabids. 

I never thought I'd see one, ever, that when it's safe to go up that I'd get to see the sun again, people call me crazy cause I still train myself to go up even if I'm to small, I don't fit their expectations. Not all of us do. 

But shit goes down when we capture a rabid from the surface.
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Without warning it began! The inevitable, I think it's fair to assume this book is not in my possession. This means I'm most likely dead. Most nights I wrestle the reason I have chosen to explain what happened, the things we did to each other, things no human being should witness. I Wright this simply to enlighten your poor soul and give you more of a chance than I had. A chance to survive what is most likely the brink of human extinction. Times are harder now and as the days go by we are less of our former selves. We have become husks floating around in a lost, desolate world. I look at this place and it still seems so alien to me, as the days roll into the nights I'm still unsure of how we got to this point. If you are reading this, you too are probably North and very much aware of what has happened to our beloved city. I feel a responsibility to inform you that you will most likely share the same fate as I have. I understand you may be wondering what's worse than death, trust me in this place death seems like a paradise compared. I do not know why I still feel so obligated to write this. To be honest most nights I think its just an escape from the madness, like a natural sedative it's the only way I can fall asleep in this hell. However I do need to clear my conscious and pay dividend for my demons. I need you to know what happened to me; I need you to know what we have become and what we are capable of. I need you to know why we have chosen to kill each other, why the smell of human flesh lingers in the air like slow roast pork on a Sunday afternoon. Why bodies litter our streets. Why things that seemed to be so impossible happen in front of our very own eyes. Why conformity i this place is the unreal ideas people live their lives by and why I was included into this group of youthful abominations. All of this might be irrelevant compared to what I am about to tell you.