(Anthro Warning)
Though pain, chaos, and unspeakable horrors may plague humanity, humanity will always grab and cling onto life refusing to die no matter the cost.


The year as far as anyone can tell is 3277 referred to by some as humanity's last stand, I don't think anyone knows how the world came to be in the wounded state that me and my companions see now. For as far as you can see is the remnants of what was once the most powerful force in the solar system a fate no one could have foreseen. Now you must kill, scavenge, and sin to survive. Everyday is just another waking nightmare. My name… or label… is specimen d04 "The Stalker", I forgot what my age is but I believe it's around 100 or so, as to how I came to be I don't fully remember only that my own mind blacked it out. I don't know why I'm listing to the voice in my head right now, it told me to record what is going to happen to me, it seems stupid but whatever, so what you are about to read can only be described as a look into my daily life…fun.

(I apologize for any bad grammar or spelling, I'm only just starting to write.)