It feels like only yesterday that my world ended. One minute I was sitting in the youth room with some of my best friends, and the next the whistles had blown and everyone was running and screaming. I don't think anyone was ready for the strike. But alas, here we are. Oh my bad. I should say here I am. I'm Gena by the way. I don't think anyone will ever really get to read this journal, but that's okay. My writing's shit anyway. I don't even know if anyone is left. Everyone that I knew is dead. They either died on impact, or the radiation poisoning got them later. I don't really know why I haven't gotten sick yet. But I guess it doesnt matter anymore. I'll keep writing in here I think. It'll be better than talking to myself. Even though I guess thats what I'm doing. Whatever. I'm going to keep looking. I have to. I can't be the only one left.
-Gena
Heyo! It's me again. Missing Her kinda hit a dead end because I got some writers block. And I dont know where this story is going to go, but we'll figure it out. And I have to give some credit to my youth director for getting the ball rolling on this. Okay. Bye weirdos. Love y'all. -G
STAI LEGGENDO
Not Alone
FantascienzaAfter World War III ends in a nuclear holocaust, one girl pulls herself from the rubble.Gena has a choice. Live forever alone with no trace of the world she knew, or try to see if any others survived the strikes and the radation poisoning afterwards.
