The Glare

Dear someone else's diary,

It has been 91 days since the Glare broke out and 63 days since I saw a human. I've been living in a 24/7 Mini Mart for about a month. I found you (this diary) abandoned beside a teddy bear near what used to be a children's play area. This is the first time I'm writing a record of the apocalypse. The apocalypse started 3 months ago.

A research organization that was looking for the cure to all mental diseases started this madness. A deadly virus that turned humans into dust ate up the entire world in just a month. Only 8 survivors were found on the entire Earth. I am one of them. I am the only one of them left out. The rest of the survivors could not bear the overwhelming guilt of surviving. Maybe the reason I survived is because I had no one. I was an orphan. I had no family or friends. I was a millionaire and lived in an isolated villa in the outskirts of the city. The only reason I became a millionaire was because I won the lottery. If I hadn't I'd still be living in those sickening city slums.

It's not much fun being the only human around. The virus is not dead yet. It is still alive in some parts of the world. That is why it's very important that I find an closed and isolated place to live. I've run out of supplies in the Mini Mart so its time for me to move out.

Until next time,

James.