Earth: Population UNKOWN
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Journal Entry:
Year, 2017
Hey, I know it's been awhile, and I'm going to be honest. i forgot about you. I have decided to write into you again, so where should i start?
It happened about three years ago, its very hard to explain what happened on that day. But, from what I know, every human disappeared. I have come to conclusion that me, Ashley Justine, am the only survival of this somewhat disappearance. I just cant believe I've survived this long. I have been through hell these past years, floods, radiation, and being alone are some of the contributions to living this life. Ashley Justine, Checking out.
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