The Post-war Diaries

by Stirling Silver

Rating: teen
Tags: Anthro, Dark, Alternate Universe, Tragedy, Adventure, Human
Length: 1230

America went to hell, and all thats left of american civilization is cannibalism, and small leftover civilian colonies.

Peter Willis' adventures do not have anything normal about them. He lives in a post apocalyptic american wasteland. Terrorized savage humans left to wander bomb blasted lands. Join as he wanders upon 'Aliens'…

Art is hopefully in progress. The work is credited to DeRpSkEtCh on ifunny.

The chapters short, to simulate small amount of time to be written by hand.

Don't expect lots of details. It's a diary.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2017-02-10 15:58:01 UTC

Diary Entry 3838 Day 3961 10 AW

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...

Diary Entry 3839 Day 3962 10 AW:Morning To Early Afternoon

Diary entry 3839 day 3962 10 AW: Morning To early afternoon

I had begun traveling on I had to travel along the south central avenue to get to the cannibal camp. The Charters are an interesting band of cannibals, they can range from an agricultural group, all the way to businessmen, still working their jobs, and further to gunsmiths and more. This band, is quite a nice bunch, as long as you have a good history, likeIdo. Rumour has it, that the first cannibals were here, around the first of the bombings from the various countries, to hit us in our major metropolises. The strikes were of course, first to hit the california tristate, of san francisco.

But, pre war, and War stories for later.I had written this at my first stop, approximately halfway to my destination, South Central Avenue. There is an apartment complex there, so that is where residential is for some of the group. The most interesting thing, is they have running electricity and, a highly appreciated gift they have, to have kept electric, and hybrid cars mostly functional.. The gps doesn’t work. But then again, no one will remember how to use them.. Aside from when it beeps.

Again, my friend is beautiful. Gloriously golden brown hair, and perfectly shaped thighs…. Nevermind. She always seems very happy to meet me but is always sad when I leave. I assume she might be as average an old-american. Like me.. I have joined her view of ‘anti-normalism’. It denies being anything but old-american..

Diary entry 3840 day 3963 10 AW:Late afternoon to Early Noon

Diary entry 3840 day 3963 10 AW:late afternoon to Early noon

I have made it, and my friend Mrs. Steele is still there, not cannibalistic, but is a doctor so she was found important, as the cannibals tend to cu themselves, if they run out of food, or are survivors from the carpet bombings from the third year into the war, those happened up northeast, closer to the southern canadas, as it is now five different countries. Northern, southern eastern western and central. They have different names, now, but hey are still considered a ‘canada’. A land of people nicer than modern americans.

I would call The Reds “Canadians” but because they are cannibalistic, I can’t have them qualify for that title., they’re known as ‘bastards’ cannibalistic, but are good, old society based, community.

They generally deal with stds as their main issue. Aside from rumour of a 30 death massacre from two weeks back, i would assume the shooter has been caught, and tortured, by being eaten alive. But rumour also has it, that he isn’t caught yet. And there's, multiple bounties on his head, higher than seven-hundred Nickel., including two other bounties, one is eight-hundred Coppers, and 70 Calciums. Those are all worth a lot, if I could get my hands on that kind of money, I would be able to own a farmstead here in the Community, and maybe live a happy life, without much travel..

Me and Dr. Steele began talking at tonight's return celebration of the heir to the ruling chair of the community. The family that runs the place are unthinkably smart, and are great people, Very nice. Should talk to them tomorrow, and then talk to Dr. Steele. I’ll need to see if she’ll run with me on my adventures on the new-frontier…

Hope she’ll come along. I don’t want to be alone.

I hate being alone.

Diary Entry 3837 Day 3960 10 AW

Diary entry 3837 day 3960 10 AW

Today is yet my waste for hope, as I continue to struggle against the cannibalistic tribes of the arizona's dry, devastated, landscape .I had tripped and gotten a gash in my left leg. I have only minor blood loss, but enough for a term of lightheadedness.I patched the wound up with a bit of what was left of a pack of scrap clothes.

I had wandered for a few days to get to phoenix. But my true destination was to head further south. what's needed there is that there might be some kind of harbour or dock. Near mexico, I had to head to a port in mexico, and hopefully not be bothered by the Leagues…

If anyone reads this, the Leagues are groups that snipe americans trying to leave the country, but what I want to do is find fishermen to thieve from, so I may have some food for a little bit, and to gather some resources and knowledge of their plans. The plan is to listen in there plans…I just misspelled ‘their’ in pen. I need to get a pencil or some charcoal, soon… there seems to be a marketplace near the center of this small town… I’ll stop there to get some more supplies.

But that’s a thing for tomorrow, i’ll try to pick up tradable materials as well, to try and trade with the Phoenix cannibal group: The Reds. You can get a really good deal when you give fresh or cooked meat, but when the meat is human or bloody beef. they’re all bastards, with good trades in the end. The thing is that all I need to do is get some raw human meat from a smaller weaker cannibal tribe somewhere in the phoenix metros. It will be worth it in the end.

After today,I’ll have to write some more important subjects and others, in latin, in hope of people not knowing latin. Latin is also good for other uses. Sadly, there’s not a word for everything in the latin dictionary