My name is Chloe. And this is my diary. I am 19 years old and I live in what’s left of Florida with what’s left of my family. His name is Anderson (Andy for short) and he’s a 1yr old Labrador. He’s a great listener but I need somewhere I can keep my thoughts, my secrets…somewhere to record what’s been happening to us. It all started about a year ago, right around when Andy was born. There had been talk of an evacuation and drills for months before anything happened but no one would tell us what it was about, what was happening. They tried to cover it up and because of that they left their citizens unprepared and defenseless…they saved themselves.
I’m currently hiding in an undisclosed location out side of town. I can’t risk writing exacts here in case one of them finds it. I’m not even sure there’s any more humans left…what if I’m all that’s left? Besides not risking being too close to too many of them, Andy is still a puppy and his barking could get us into a lot of trouble any closer to the center of town…he’s a liability…but he’s all I have left.
Food is getting scarce and a trip into town is becoming inevitable. I’m going to have to leave Andy behind..he’s too loud to drag into town. Damn dog doesn’t know when to shut up.
Anyway, it’s getting dark and the stars aren’t shining as bright as they used to..
Until next time Diary,
If there is a next time.