Log to the end of the world

A survivor's companion

I don't know why it's called the end of the world if we aren't all dead yet. Yes, it's hard but it's not the end. There's still hope, right?

My sister handed me this book, saying that her friend had started a little log thing, so we didn't have to keep all of our thoughts bottled up inside us. We're supposed to write in it, I suppose.

The number of the dead is uncountable now- no one bothered to count anymore. We only want to know who survived, that's all. We wanted to know that we weren't entirely alone. Humans need humans. They needed companions. It was simple like that.

We eat canned food a lot, but we're growing a garden. They found some seeds in the old shopping centre. We have to start growing them so they can survive through winter- so we could still have food after the canned food ran out.

I'm helping with that. My sister says that I'm a natural green thumb. If it wasn't for the war, I would've never gotten my hands dirty in the garden voluntarily. War changes people, I guess. Not always for the better, though.

There are still animals, but they're most pests around here. The real animals live in the forest and all the other still untouched places, yes, those places still exist. Regrettably, Camp isn't one of them.

Today wasn't so bad. Survivors from a town not so nearby arrived here. They were all greeted as if there were long time friends. Everyone is just happy to know someone survived other than themselves. It gives them hope, not that things will go back to what they were before the war, but that we would live and continue to survive.They're welcome here, very welcome. 

And now, my favour is, for you to think about everyone dear to you, and then everyone you know. And treasure them, because who knows? There may be a time they're not there anymore. Savour human companionship, because one day, you may be alone.

Truthfully,

- a survivor's companion