First message
10 months. Thats how long it’s been since it started. The apocalypse. 10 months alone, looking for food and water. 10 months surviving on my own. Parents gone, brother gone. I didn’t know if there were any survivors other then me. And if there weren’t…was there a point in being here anymore? I go into a raided gas station. The sky looked gray, dull. As I go into the gas station I walk through the aisles, hoping to find something someone might’ve missed. And then I hear it. Something dropping.