July 18th, 2033
It’s been fourteen days since the attack and I’m beginning to wonder if I’m the last of my kind, i.e., a free roaming human being.
A bit over dramatic, granted, but it sure feels like it sometimes. Where is everyone? I should’ve run into someone by now. I know others have escaped into the hills. I know I’m not the only one, but, still, – the question remains, where is everyone?