Prologue: It's now Sunday March 3rd 3015 or I think it is. It's been approximately 62 days since the plague has first started, and I am practically all alone. It's only me and my father, the only person left in the world I can trust. My little brother passed away a couple weeks back, and my mom when the plaque first started, but if it's one thing I learned from all of this shit is that the best way to survive in the world now is to give very little thought to anyone or anything. It's hard at first but after you see more and more of your family and friends die in front of your own eyes, you'll get used to it. And the worst part about this is that the body count will never end.