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Friday, July 23, 2046.

Many of you may know the story.

Y'know, my semi-vampire friend/boyfriend got turned into a crazy zombie by a camp from his past that he hated. Now, he's all the way over there, and me and his best friend are all the way over here.

In Minnesota.

It's a random state, sure, but we had our reasons in settling here.

The guy's best friend, Aino, used to be a farmer before the apocalypse. He lived on a huge farm, and his entire family was destined to be farmers. Of course, the newer generations wouldn't be that interested after years of farm work, but Aino was. It was his dream to be a huge farmer, and he still carries his southern roots today.

When the apocalypse started, the zombies annihilated the farm his family had. All the crops that survived ended up dying off when winter came. That's when Aino set off in search of new farmland, but instead found a vampire dude with trauma.

So, we settled in Minnesota. It actually has plenty of farmland, and Aino said he'd go anywhere that had even one acre of it.

My reasoning?

I chose Minnesota because it sounds like mini soda.

That, and I knew we had to get far from New York. I didn't wanna be too far, though. So we chose someplace in the middle of the state. I would also like to be near rural landscapes. For all my life, I've been absorbed in cities. I want to experience mountains, forests, and farmland like Aino.

Now that we had a location, it was time to fulfill our promise.

Five years ago, me and Aino made a promise to build our own society. We would rise up, and we'd tear down the city that took our friend.

That's another reason why we chose Minnesota. With farmland, we could produce fresh crops and make purely fresh food from it. We could make fresh bread, rice, noodles, and other greens that'll be perfect for starving survivors. If this food beacon is in the middle of the state, people from all around us would come at the first word of it.

Freeland also calls for more space. It can hold a lot more people, and we had no corrupt stuff to hide. That meant that everyone could be anywhere, and we wouldn't mind.

After a year or so of preparing, my quest was to set off and tell survivors about our new society.

I spent a long time out there, but I was able to spread the word and even bring some people back with me.

When I came back, Aino had built entire houses around our new farm. There were small ones, all surrounding a big cabin in the middle.

The big cabin was for me and Aino and would serve as the main house for everything. The little ones would be for survivors, and we'd also set up camps around the houses if we ran out of room.

I was shocked by his handiwork, and so were the survivors.

Aino's housemaking became to talk, and soon enough, we had our members.

Mothers, children, and people in search of hard work all came to Minnesota. Aino was able to recruit men and women to help him with the farm. They soon created a rhythm, producing enough food to go around.

I was in charge of everything else. I gave food, shelter, and stability to our members.

I would also take care of the children's house, mostly because Aino was scared of children.

It soon became our little paradise, and it was all we knew for the past four years.

It was actually wonderful, and it felt like something I would only dream of when I was younger.

But at the end of the day, both me and Aino knew what we had to do.

Despite how great this was, we'd have to face our opponent sooner or later.

And it would bring great risks to our now paradise.