Not just yet.

Dear diary,

the day that I so often before has dreamt of has landed upon us. I was naïve enough to think I would be prepared and ready. All those hours spent reading book after book concerning the dystopian world that inevitably would come - for nothing.

It was the social divide that drove us to the ground. The gap became too big and the cure too far away. Desperation will do that to a country. I still remember the news about a new decease spreading among the less fortunate. Those living on the streets and of our bread crumbs. And so the experiments started…

Experiments lead to a revolt and the revolt lead to the release. It was raining across the world and with nothing to stop it this day came as no surprise. The screen just went black with the man’s tearful eyes still on my mind. He says the rumors are true and they are working around the clock so solve the problem - screams. And now darkness.

I look out on the empty street between a slit in the plate nailed up. Yesterday there had been screams outside but I saw no body. Of course I knew why. I still haven’t seen one.

The world is dying and all I can think about is the blonde little kid with green eyes. The kid I talked to just a few weeks ago was surfing in warm waters. The kid was unable to get on the fully packed flights home. I’m never going to see my brother again.

I’m not ready to die.