Journal Entry: 2016.05.19.15.06

“I woke up this morning and I was no longer somebody’s son, brother, human. We sit around a drum, like the seventies hobo’s warming by the fire. Everything is still too new.

People walk around like zombies; not because of any pathogen, but because the power went out. Everything just stopped working. Kerosene lamps are alive now. Older cars that run only on gas are now coveted.

Like in the blackout of 1966 in New York, the population lost all sense of decency. This city is a war zone. 

Some of us had the same idea; the subway tunnels.

Rat meat. I wonder how long before we run out? No. There are too many of them. We just have to be aware of our surroundings.

Where did the power go? Terrorists? Science experiment gone wrong? Where is the leadership?

I’m sorry mom! I wish you had waited for me instead of going shopping by yourself? There are no rules. If you had just waited…

I burned your building down while they were all sleeping. They should have helped you. There’s no way that anyone survived. Eighty is a long time. Happy Birthday.

What happened to society?