Journal Entry - -
August, 19th, 2094;
The world itself had come up with an ultimate oath; deciding it’d be a great time to just give up. During the previous year, the whole world literally burst into one grand chaotic mess. No one knew the end was present until mere days before hell erupted; no scientist, no high official government technology, even us nations where left in their own clueless thoughts.
People were starting to believe the Earth just decided to give up on us. Oh, there were countless predictions before the end, however, most didn’t spend their time trying to calculate the religious views or how this disaster begun in the first place. Once the word got out that the world was on the verge of ending, a large handful of the population went into panic while others fled to the closet shelter that could provide them safety.
South America and Africa where some of the first to be demolished – tsmuim’s higher than the Empire State Building hauled itself onto the lands and destroying all objects in its path of destruction. Within days, Asia found itself covered in storms that brought more rain over the land known throughout history. Russia must have felt as if he’d been doused in flames within hours from a significant amount of rising temperatures – Oddly enough, the America’s and Europe have been confronted with ginormous snow storm was brewing just above our heads. Within a month silence erupted across the world. Those few who had survived started to state the world had come to its end - absolutely. However, with luck, no more than a handful of citizens across the world had survived this world wide disaster.
‘The End’ as we know it, had done more to this planet than any of us can believe. Governments are no more; people are striving off of the last remains of food and gasoline, plus medicine is scarce and vaguely available. Finding medicine right now – well, it’s almost like winning the Lottery.
Meanwhile, I haven’t seen another human within a month or so now, so my anxiousness has been growing beyond content as I myself am growing weaker as I describing such horrors. My people are perishing ever minute, and soon there won’t be much of life left to live for. However, one objective I’ve witnessed throughout my elder days is that I know the world is strong and the people of my nation have the abilities to survive the harshest boundaries thrown in their paths. I sometimes believe I have more faith in them than myself.
The last group of lads I encountered – well, they weren’t completely mental as one would state. I ended up with a gun to the temple before I could even greet them, pitiful. Few of the remaining humans are starting to become something I’ve feared the most out of what to come. Striving for power and fearful of death – they’ll do anything to get what they desire, even if it coasts one’s life. They are becoming like my own; in other words, me.
Hopefully as I continued into the furthermost of Europe, I shall be able to scout out the others. I mustn’t be doubtful that others might have perished; however, such worrying can be dreadful for my previous health. My luck’s been scandalous but my hopes are high for the others. Hope. It is all that i. . .
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