“Dear diary, (10/13/2076)

This’ll be my very first entry in this diary. My name is Jeremy, I am 19 years old and this diary was a requirement via my therapist. I won’t be writing consistently as I believe that would be a little corny honestly. Anyways, that’s all for the first entry!!”

“Dear diary, (11/14/2076)

Been a while haha, little over a month but that’s ok. A lot has happened recently; my parents are going through a divorce, my younger sister is in the hospital and my best friend ended his life. It’s been a pretty trashy month and it’s horrible. I miss my friend, he was there for me my whole life. I’m going to visit his family tomorrow and then his funeral is next weekend. I’ll be at that as well. I feel nothing but guilt for the things that I’ve done and things I never got to say, I’m not sure how my next entry will turn out but we’ll see. That’s all for now.”

“Dear diary, (11/29/2076)

Hey, Jeremy again, I went to my friends funeral and they read his note. It said ‘to my friends and family, this isn’t on any of you. I’ve been suffering for years and didn’t know how to reach out without being a burden and causing problems for others. Thank you all for being apart of my life and always caring for me. Distribute my things how you see fit; oh and Jeremy. You still owe me $20!’ That list bit got a laugh out of everyone, it was Jesse being Jesse… god I’m gonna miss him.”

“Dear diary, (1/18/2077)

I haven’t wrote in almost two months, it’s been pretty hard. Between work, therapy, school, and family drama I haven’t had much time to think. More recently I met a girl, I don’t know where she’s from but gods is she stunning. I’m planning to ask her out next weekend. I’m excited!”

“Dear diary, (1/24/2077)

She rejected me. She told me I was a creep and shouldn’t be near someone of her status… but I won’t let that stop me! My life is finally starting to look up, work has been really good, family drama has died down after my parents officially separated 5 days ago. Maybe there’s still hope for me in this world!”

“Dear diary, (4/26/2078)

It’s been two years since I’ve written anything. Life got busy and shit got hard. A war started recently and our president is worried it’ll be moving more into our country soon. They’re started building precautions and shelters for people. This is getting dangerous as crap. Don’t know when I’ll be able to write again, but I’ll keep documenting everything.”

“Dear diary, (5/29/2078)

The war led into our country and there’s people hunting all the civilians down. We’ve restored to hiding in old rundown homes and buildings around the states. We don’t know how this is going to turn out but I’ll keep writing even if it gets me killed.”

“Dear diary, (6/3/2078)

I’ve been found out, I’m writing this while running so the hand writing is bad sorry for whoever is reading this. The national guard is chasing me as we speak preventing me from getting a large amount of detail. There’s 6 guards per squadron and they chase us through buildings and homes. I’m gonna attempt to hide.”

“P.S.

I made it into a hiding spot, I’ll need to be quiet for about 2 days while they search the surroundings looking for me.”

“Dear diary, (6/5/2078)

The last squadron just searched through this building I’m hiding in. I can’t tell you that I’m safe because I know I’m not, but I heard a transmission on the radio for survivors to go to this old central state tower to work together and survive. I’ll be headed there next and hoping for the best. This may be my last entry, but I found a firearm that I’ll be using to defend myself… wish me luck!”

“Dear diary, (6/12/2078)

Unfortunately, it was a 7 day walk to that building from where I was in the outskirts, but I’ve made it. I can see the building and the survivors on top of it, which is a little weird but I won’t judge until I’m there.”

“Dear diary,

I’m done dating the entries because the days all blend together, I haven’t slept in a week. The building was a trap, I got lucky enough to find a random parachute that was still intact enough to fly and I used it to escape. I’m hiding in another building right now and working to find a way out of the city.”

“Dear diary,

It’s been about 2 months since the last entry. This is the last entry ever in this book. I was spotted on my way into the building I’m currently hiding in. And I know that I need to use something as a distraction, and I’m going to throw the book at them and make a break for it. Goodbye, thank you for reading this far into my journey…”

“I can’t believe this kid kept this much documentation of what happened during the war. He was a great writer too, it’s unfortunate he was shot after his last entry. He made a break for it and he didn’t make it. Today is (9/17/2096). How do I know the boy is dead? I know because I was the soldier who shot him. I thought I was doing what was right and I know now that I wasn’t. I’ll live with this guilt for the remainder of my lifetime” William state solemnly on live television