The Post-war Diaries

Diary entry 3838 day 3961 10 AW

    The metros smell horrible,I retched a few times in small areas in the metro. It was absolutely destroyed as well, the walls were caving, and holes up top, with power barely still running in the sub stations, it took a while to find a small cannibal camp, but I brought a bag for the raw human flesh. I noticed there were people in a room with a metal heavy door, with an electronic latch keeping it shut. There was a small opening to see in, so I opened it up, and the smell of musk flowed through, andIran off, dragging the bag of human flesh along the ground, a hole broke and entrail dragged along with the bag,I tried to heave it back to my shoulder, but unsuccessfully,I fell into the disgusting earth, as I had accidentally slipped in the process, covering myself in mud.

What a beautiful day...

…I need to fix my clothings, patch em’ up new. Clean them as well… They’re soaked in blood water, and covered in mud, it’s absolutely degrading on my view of myself, but survival over looks, is what should be law, in the Savage Country.

I feel bad, for my family and friends, either died or became cannibals and died of disease, or didn’t die,I don’t knew what they did, after war started when the airports were destroyed…

I had cooked some of the entrails and muscle, andIam to travel to the center of the city to the cannibal campout.Ihope whenIstay for the week, they won’t kill me like they try to when most stay there… Hope I still have friends there...