Journal Entry: The Reality of the World

_My vision has dimmed, leaving me ensnared in the darkness. This dread has crept into my body on a daily basis since I've lived in this world. I feel a boiling pot of rage and fury within me, yet my mind is completely distraught. My sense of self, my purpose in life, and the legacy I aspire to leave behind have all evolved since the days when I felt secure ...

It's been a while since I've been stuck in the role of me. There is no spotlight on my face, yet the light of the sun is just as unforgiving as a disgruntled light technician. Around me, there are charred remains of a world I used to stand atop of. On my back, I carry a backpack stuffed with supplies that will only last me another week. Before the end, I used to have anything at my fingertips with...

TW: mentions suicide (following the prompt. Have a good read!)

Greenery covered the various skyscrapers as it took over the world. Cars were flipping upside down, buildings were abandoned, and I was isolated. 100 years ago everyone over the age of 18 disappeared from the planet without a trace. People died because of them.

It’s all their fault for leaving us like this.

_No it’s not! Don’t talk ...

Ryan dragged his feet down the high street. He remembered when it had been a bustling hub of interconnectedness, with people from all walks of life running for the bus, sliding in and out of shops, and strolling with friends. They were no more. No more busses, no shops, and no friends.

It was still unsettling to know that he was alone. That he alone had outlived the rest. He was the last human - ...

Ever since The Cure, Originals have been avoiding us Transforms like the plague. It was almost like our own families thought that one wrong move and we’d start wanting to consume their brains again. Which was unfair, I didn't even remember anything from during the infection.

It almost felt like I was in an everlasting coma, the second I regained my humanity again I threw up. Go figure, after rott...

The alarm clock on my bedside shrieks. My fist crashes down on the device and it breaks with a defeated sizzle.

I sigh, sinking further into the soft bedsheets. My hand massages my throbbing head.

I sit up, wincing. My fingers reach for the bandages around my torso. A dark spot stains the rough fabric and pain radiates from my stomach.

I throw the velvet covers off my body and slide carefully ...

The world spun as I watched my little sister, my only remaining family member, fall to the floor; surrounded by zombies.

“Wake up!” A voice said, drawing me from my memories, “Lets go get moving!” I looked down at my hands, why was I even here? How did I get here? Why was I here when no one else that I loved was? Why me? I heard the captains voice up ahead, he said something but I couln’t quite m...

Cain has traced this path more times than he can count. He has a habit of circling back every now and then, looking over the place that used to be bustling with cars and people and greenery thats now reduced to dust, sand and rubble.

The path is worn, the street is empty. Maybe some buildings are housing a surviver or two to find home in. Cain’s tried that before, looking for a place to find pea...

He’d taken to the sea 2 years ago after trying to make it on land hadn’t worked. Those that survived had become ruthless. When you imagine an apocalypse you don’t think about the ocean and apparently when an apocalypse happens nobody thinks of the ocean as a refuge. Others barriers had become his haven. While he was able to escape the cruelty of those that had survived he ran right into loneliness...

“Am I dreaming?”

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The streets are filled with a thick smog, making it impossible to navigate. Annie covers her mouth and eyes with her tattered shirt and stretches out her arm, making her way to the nearest turn.

In the dimly lit alley, the little girl drags herself forward, each movement an exhausting battle against fatigue and dehydration. The acid stench of sm...