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Dear Diary.
I'm just one guy fighting for survival. Where I am? Who knows. Long since the days when you could walk down a street and call it part of London. I only know fear now. The fear keeps me going but I don't really want to live like this anymore.
Humanity has been devoured by fate but the animal kingdom has spread like wild fire and packs of wolves roam the cities at night. Society broke down and I am to blame for it. Why? I can't tell you. It has taken all my strength just to force the thought to the back of my mind but the guilt is eating me up from the inside, feasting on my soul.
I think I am the last one left. The last person i saw was being torn to pieces by ferocious Jackals even though there wasn't much meat on him.......
I can't go on like this.... It's all just too much. I only want someone to talk to. I break into a run and leap over the side of a nearby bridge.
As I lay down on the river bank I looked up and saw some old fool running from Old London to the crumbling bridge. He leapt up on to the side with the agility of a much younger man. I tried to call out to him but he lost his footing and fell. A second before he hit the ground he saw me. And a wave of horror bubbled onto his face. he hit the water with a sickening splash and was taken under into the murky depths.
I'm just one guy fighting for survival. Where I am? Who knows. Long since the days when you could walk down a street and call it part of London. I only know fear now. The fear keeps me going but I don't really want to live like this anymore.
Humanity has been devoured by fate but the animal kingdom has spread like wild fire and packs of wolves roam the cities at night. Society broke down and I am to blame for it. Why? I can't tell you. It has taken all my strength just to force the thought to the back of my mind but the guilt is eating me up from the inside, feasting on my soul.
I think I am the last one left. The last person i saw was being torn to pieces by ferocious Jackals even though there wasn't much meat on him.......
I can't go on like this.... It's all just too much. I only want someone to talk to. I break into a run and leap over the side of a nearby bridge.
As I lay down on the river bank I looked up and saw some old fool running from Old London to the crumbling bridge. He leapt up on to the side with the agility of a much younger man. I tried to call out to him but he lost his footing and fell. A second before he hit the ground he saw me. And a wave of horror bubbled onto his face. he hit the water with a sickening splash and was taken under into the murky depths.
An interesting premise - 'it was all my fault' - but it didn't really go anywhere. I liked the wolves though.
I know. I found the topic really difficult.
What's there isn't bad, but it reads like more of an extract than a stand-alone piece.
and then what.... ?
BG seems to have the comments covered.
BG seems to have the comments covered.
The Omega Man!
It seems to go from past tense (writing in the diary) to present tense ("I break into a run" etc). Overall, not bad, but it's too fragmented to amount to anything. And there haven't been wolves in England for a long time.
It's difficult to write something short for the theme. Apocalypse beckons something epic. Unless we spew out 5,000 words, nothing is really gonna fit the bill.
It seems to go from past tense (writing in the diary) to present tense ("I break into a run" etc). Overall, not bad, but it's too fragmented to amount to anything. And there haven't been wolves in England for a long time.
It's difficult to write something short for the theme. Apocalypse beckons something epic. Unless we spew out 5,000 words, nothing is really gonna fit the bill.
Dear Diary.
I'm just one guy fighting for survival. Where I am? Who knows. Long since the days when you could walk down a street and call it part of London. I only know fear now. The fear keeps me going but I don't really want to live like this anymore.
Humanity has been devoured by fate but the animal kingdom has spread like wild fire and packs of wolves roam the cities at night. Society broke down and I am to blame for it. Why? I can't tell you. It has taken all my strength just to force the thought to the back of my mind but the guilt is eating me up from the inside, feasting on my soul.
I think I am the last one left. The last person i saw was being torn to pieces by ferocious Jackals even though there wasn't much meat on him.......
I can't go on like this.... It's all just too much. I only want someone to talk to. I break into a run and leap over the side of a nearby bridge.
As I lay down on the river bank I looked up and saw some old fool running from Old London to the crumbling bridge. He leapt up on to the side with the agility of a much younger man. I tried to call out to him but he lost his footing and fell. A second before he hit the ground he saw me. And a wave of horror bubbled onto his face. he hit the water with a sickening splash and was taken under into the murky depths.
I'm just one guy fighting for survival. Where I am? Who knows. Long since the days when you could walk down a street and call it part of London. I only know fear now. The fear keeps me going but I don't really want to live like this anymore.
Humanity has been devoured by fate but the animal kingdom has spread like wild fire and packs of wolves roam the cities at night. Society broke down and I am to blame for it. Why? I can't tell you. It has taken all my strength just to force the thought to the back of my mind but the guilt is eating me up from the inside, feasting on my soul.
I think I am the last one left. The last person i saw was being torn to pieces by ferocious Jackals even though there wasn't much meat on him.......
I can't go on like this.... It's all just too much. I only want someone to talk to. I break into a run and leap over the side of a nearby bridge.
As I lay down on the river bank I looked up and saw some old fool running from Old London to the crumbling bridge. He leapt up on to the side with the agility of a much younger man. I tried to call out to him but he lost his footing and fell. A second before he hit the ground he saw me. And a wave of horror bubbled onto his face. he hit the water with a sickening splash and was taken under into the murky depths.