I don't know how long it's been and I don't even know where I am.
I remember traveling through PA, I remember airstrikes, I remember a woman wearing nothing but a pari of cut off shorts blowing her head off with a shotgun.
Then things got weird and everything is a blur of purple and grey.
I woke up about two weeks ago in this shelter. Alone and in the dark except for a shelf full of candles and a box of blue tips.
I went outside breifly and saw the sun was still shining, but the smell of the world seems. . . off. The night-time noises aren't too reassuring, either. The scraping, the moaning, the screaming. . . It inhibits sleep.
So I've been holed up in the shelter without electricity, on a small bunk, a worthless computer that won't work for more than ten minutes at a time, and a closet of dwindling supplies.
Today, miracle of miracles, the lights came on, the computer whirred to life, and for some reason I was connected to a network. An old network, but a network nonetheless. First thing I did was check to see how everyone else is doing. Pretty bleak. Some hope, but pretty bleak.
I have no idea where I am and I need help.