I heard it coming a long way off. A sonic boom so loud it rocked my home. A blast with such force, my nick-nack and trinketts were knocked from thier shelves. Stirred from my sleep, I drug my self to the porch of my country home, and witnessed what only few man had witnessed, and none should not. It erupted from the ground, and clawed at the sky. A collosal nail being hammared into the ground. What one could only describe as a mushroom cloud. I ran into my house and gathered what few sheets of loose leaf paper i had. Along with provisions and writing utensisls, i made my way to the bomb shelter located in my back yard. but in my haste i neglected to grab a radio. Or any means of comunication to the outside for that matter. I am alone. It has been thirteen hours since the bomb-- or what ever it was-- went off. It is December 22, 2012.
                                    DEC. 25/2012
It is Christmas. My 26th Christmas. I should be thankfull I am alive, but I cant help but wonder...Is there anyone else? Could I be the only one? Surely, I cannot. There must be another-or others out there. I do not know. The explosions finally stopped an hour ago. I now hear nothing- the shelter has stopped shaking. Merry Christmas to all - and to all a good night.
 
                        DEC/31/2012
Thirty minutes untill 2013. I wonder if the wii drop tonight?hehehe. It is late, i am tired. Happy new year.
                                     JAN/15/2013
I hear a scratching sound at my door this morning. Perhaps it is nothing- Perhaps it is everything? I know not for I did not dare openmy threshehold to what ever lie outside. The batteries in my clock have run out.
                                       JAN/31/2013
I have discovered an old red ball. I have been using it for entertainment. I grow weary of it though. It has been 41 since my incarceration. 41 days of exile. I fear for my sanity.
                                        FEB/7/2013
The scratching has returned. I hear it with an anoying consistantly. I know nothing of the source. My cell reeks of  urine and fecal matter. I cannot stand much more.
                                          FEB/13/2013
I am almost certain this room shall become my tomb. My provisions run low. They will only last me two months, three if I conserve. Tobay is my birthday.
                                            FEB/28/2013
There is something at my door. There is no longer scratching, but pounding. My light bulb burst, and the septic tank is at its limits. I will perish soon. Though from starvation or what is at my door i know not. A small kerosene lamp is my only source of light.
                                             MAR/10/2013
I plan to leave my cptation, for i cannot stand this much longer. The pounding at my door has turned into a constant rackett. The creature, or what ever it is, has begun to wail in agony. I leave on march 15th. " Beware the Ides of March."
                                              MAR/12/2013
Ive begun to prepare for my expidition to the outside  worlld.It has ben eighty-one days since the bomb. In three, I will leave my certain doom in this manmade hell. Death grips at my heart. I ponder the lives of my family.. Mothet - father - My brother, Jason. And my wife, Eliza. Were they victoms of the bomb? And Eliza, away on a "business" trip. She's been cheaating on me. I know it. But I still love her. These are the thoughts that keep me up long into the night. Today is the our three year aniversity. Eliza....
                                                 MAR/13/2013
I cannot sleep. It is early in the morning. That much I know, but what time? I am unaware. My ball has deflated. Popped on a nail. I have made a shiv out of a nail. I plan to use it outside.
                                                   MAR/14/2013
I have gone truely insane. I have seen an appirition of my wife. She was weeping, and begging for help. Cursing mr for letting her die.  My mother and father chastised me fir diappointing them. I cannot distiguish reality from fantasy. Even now i am witnessing the death of Eliza umpteenth time. I am loosing itNot much longer. I see ghostly figures pass through the "shelter." Other worldly creatures claw their way into the cell. Beware the ides of March.
                                                  MAR/15/2013
Today is the day. The day I escape. I will free myself of this hell. Will i survive? Only time will tell.
                                                  MAR/16/2013
The door is shut. I am locked withinn. My cell grows ever smaller.
                                                    MAR/17/2013
I- I cannot write- I am visiting with Eliza.
                                                   AUG/18/2013
The apparitions are gone. I can see now. My food has run out completly. Now nothing remains but water and slices of cheese. I have tried to open the door to my vault, but it will not budge. Maybe I'll try tomarrow. The explosions are back. But the pounding is gone. I have lost all track of time. The callender I have ended a week ago. Tomarrows just another day.
                                                      Day 9 w/o food
My body is eating itself. I have lost a significant amount of weight since my confinment. I cannot see straight. It hurts to think, it hurts to breath. I will be dead in a week.
                                                        Day13 w/o food
Time is going by rapidly. I no longer judge days by hours. When I fall asleep, is is night. When i awake, it is morning. It may still be August 18th for all I know. Eliza says hello.
                                                      Day 15 w/o food
My legs are useless- I cannot move them without exhuasting myself. I have resorted to soiling my self, for i cannot reach the toilet.
                                                    Day 20 w/o food
Why have i not died? I know not-but I will soon.Very Soon. The Explosions have stopped once more. Now instead the screaching sounds of the creatures. I hear a mismatched jargon of words. As though a three year old were tryilng to hold a converrsation with itself.
Wait, i hear something- a voice. A human voice. I attempted to yell-but it was for not- i am so feeble i only managed a squeek. I am so tired- bust i have to stay awake for Eliza- shes so afraid....
                                                     Day 21 w/o food
The doodr is open. Light floods into my cell, temporarily blinding me. I hear strange and foriegn sounds outside. A silloutte blocks the light. It seems strange how erect it stands. its eyes are red- it has tubes that stick out through its body- it is not human. Even as i write it comes closer. I am to feeble to run or fight. Its reaching for me......
 
 
                                                 September 19, 2013
We've found another body. Stuck in a bomb shelter behind the ruins of an old farmhouse. He was completely dehydratedand was on the brink of starvation when Hazmat found him. The mans heart gave out as the Major reached for him. We found the victems journal. He was the closest living person to ground zero. The population of planet earth now stands at 2,118. The world is ending. And humans are the cause.