What the hell? What has happened? One minute I'm with my friends working, the next they are gone? Why? So many unanswered questions, yet they are all answered with a simple phrase: They pressed the big red button of the Cold War. But why here? Why launch a nuke here? This place has no strategic significance to the Russians, yet they blew it apart. Now I am here, alone, stranded, and having no idea where I am. But what did I see? I saw the apocalypse, that's what I saw. My entire city, my entire life, blown away in a simple mushroom. Sometimes I dreamt of it happening, sometimes I wished it would blow this God forsaken city away. Now it has happened. Now I know what they mean by be careful what you wish for. My life has just been blown away, and I have nothing but this pen and this journal that I have found among the wreckage. It appears it was once a journal that somebody kept private note in. But this one is barely written in. And I know for sure, 100% for that matter, that this is no longer private. I know that the person who once wrote in it is dead, like everyone else . . . but me. Why me? Why did I survive but my closest friends didn't? I know they are dead. I just know it. Itâs a feeling inside me, the strongest gut feeling I've ever felt. I assume that this is a parking lot, or maybe a street. It could also be the glassed remains of the woods outside here. That is a very real possibility. I have no idea though. I don't see any street signs, or even landmarks that I have become so keen to. Just an endless field of asphalt and I'm pretty sure glass. I also see the occasional car, but they aren't working. They are just smoldering ruins and melted metal. That reminds me. I wonder if my music survived on my MP3 player. I'll go look. I'll write once again if I find it. I'll also need to find shelter.
-Joseph
Enjoy! I wrote it. It's in journal format, obviously. I'm taking a project I was writing and turning it into a journal format. Not sure if it is a new format for AG, but I'm writing it anyway.
Hey hey hey, your guys are leaving me outta the picture too, I hate that guy all the same... Plus I have a metal bat, this thing should do some damage.
I love you guys Torture the worthless is my kind of thing Anyway, how's the picture coming. I suppose I should give you a description of Joseph?
Next!:
Day 2, again haha.
I've gotten all the stuff here at The Cavern. I plan to move in to The Garage tomorrow. I still need to load up this other stuff. I'm going to miss it here. The Hummer isn't running as smoothly as I had hoped. Something's majorly wrong with the engine. This could set my plans back days, even weeks. At least I have those cars in The Garage, so that should help. Sadly I haven't the least bit of knowledge on how a Hummer runs. I may need to replace the entire engine and drive train, and I may have to just replace a spark plug. If I don't know what I'm doing, I could do one and needed the other. That could be very bad indeed. I got attacked by that dog thing again, but this time I saw what it was. I don't know what exactly it is, but it seems to like me. I also think I wounded it, but it did the same in return. It bit me on my forearm, but I'm not sure if it could be dangerous. I think it is, so I'm going to try to get this Hummer up as soon as possible and look for a hospital. Unfortunately I'm on my own, but these bed sheets are proving good bandages. I'll get antibiotics as soon as possible as well as some hydrogen peroxide. That'll clean it up I hope. For all I know I could die within minutes of now. I'm going to write out my will if I feel ill. But that's a worse-case scenario. Probably while I'm at it I might find some all-important survivors. I may also find a safer place of refuge. I know for a fact the industrial areas are much stronger then a petty super market. Of course, I could be wrong and find nothing at all. That would be pretty bad. If I find some stores intact for the most part I could find some canned goods, maybe some bottled water, and some entertainment stuff. I know that might sound weird in this crap hole, but I'll go insane without entertainment. Even if it's just a movie on some small 18in TV, that would keep me sane. I noticed something when I was hauling this stuff over here. This Hummer is really freaking strong. Lots of torque in something that isn't really that big, just an H3, the smallest of the family. I could be able to fit some power arrays or something. I remember seeing on a show a few years back that you could get a battery array to store your power. If I could find some solar panels I could power this for a while. I could have a literal moving power station for a long time. But I'm going a bit ahead of myself. I need to get to work, but tomorrow. Tonight I sleep.
Finally you released the next part! I likez it! Joseph needs rabies shots. It's good to have you back man. Question: When will my character enter the story?
Name: Caleb "Alt" Volts-Perekonnanimi Age: almost 23 Gender: Male Personality: Serious at times, jovial at others. Is usually cold and calculating, though kind and warm to those on his good side. Not very easily impressed, though floored on the rare occasions when he is, he is almost always on top of things - but when he isn't, he has trouble getting back on top. Generally open-minded and logical, he has a cool head but a fiery temper. Items: A coat, a sweatshirt, T-shirt, underwear, pants, a few sporks (for good luck), a few flashlights, and a stockpile of food. Appearance: About 6 foot 6, blond, chubby, deep blue eyes. Large person - broad-shouldered, somewhat muscular, a few scars. Background: Born in a small town in the Midwest, he led a somewhat normal life. Always especially intelligent, he received a free ride through college. Always read a lot of books, and knows some stuff about survival from bored days watching TV.
