▀▀▀ 私は今と来世であなたを愛します。
a pessimistic germaphobe texts random
numbers in hopes of finding other survivors
and ends up meeting miya atsumu, a cocky
and flirtatious bastard.
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DAY THIRTY TWO 01:46 AM , TUESDAY
Hello. It's been thirty two days since the start of this stupid and disgusting apocalypse. In my thirty two days of survival, I have not encountered a single human being. Im starting to think that im the only one left in Japan. I could be wrong, but the likeliness of it seems high as well.
During the course of my college days, I always preached about cleanliness and distancing and all that bullshit. But now that i'm alone, i miss my friends, and the simple skinships that we would do together.
I admit that i took everything for fucking granted and i regret it.
I'll find a way to communicate with potential survivors later on. I think it'd be easier since there's luckily still a lot of power and a few bars of service in my area.
If i find absolutely nobody, i just might go insane and end up killing myself. But, i'll be relying on my last sliver of hope for today.
