Captain’s Log: Day 33 post flash. The searing burn on the back of my neck has completely healed. The pain almost felt appropriate, like I was paying my dues for being down in that well on the fateful day explosions rained down. Why me? Why did every other man, woman and child on the western hemisphere perish except me? I’ve asked myself this every day, and every day that radio remains silent drives me more insane. I have tried to keep Jenny’s words alive “if it was easy, it wouldn’t be worth doing”.

Well, to be frank, there isn’t much worth doing these days