Journal of a Survivor
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Category:
Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
27
Views:
5,924
Reviews:
58
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
January 1st, 2012
Alrighty, starting the updates!
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Journal of a Survivor
January 1st, 2012
According to my watch, it is a brand new year. Big deal. Another year of spending my nights huddled alone in a closet, fearing for my life. I guess it also means I’ll be turning eighteen in a few weeks. Well, more like a few months. February 29th, a bloody leap year date. What the hell kind of date of birth is this? This new year also means I’ve been holed up inside this stupid supermarket for nearly eight months now. I don’t want to remember how I ended up here, not anymore. It’s hard to forget and I’m constantly reminded of it with the fact that I am unable to leave. I hear them more at night than any other time, but they are always out there. My radio has been crackling lately but there have been no voices and I don’t want to even get my hopes up about there being others outside these walls who are still alive.
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Raen brushed a hand through his chocolate colored hair, leaning back against the small closet he had hidden himself away in. The smaller the room, the safer Raen felt in this time of insanity. There wasn’t a time of day when he didn’t think about what was lurking outside of the shopping center he had holed himself up in. The brunette stared at the small, battery powered radio that was resting beside him, stroking his fingers over the glossy surface. This was his only link to the outside world, and it wasn’t working in the way he was hoping for. No voices had come over the radio for several months, even the emergency broadcast signal had ended a month into the, well, Raen wasn’t sure what to call what was currently happening.
“I supposed invasion is a pretty good word, though it all started with a stupid error in judgement and complete stupidity on the governments behalf,” Raen mumbled to himself, pulling his knees up against his chest. The once smooth bindings of his journal were now rough and starting to fall apart, but he found it a comfort to keep it close to him. There was always another journal waiting to be filled, all he needed to do was walk himself down the stationary isle and choose one that appealed to him. His current journal was the exact same one he had been writing in when he left home in search of a safe place to survive, or perhaps he had just been hungry and hadn’t known that an invasion had begun. Either way, his journal was one of his last ties to his home, and the family that he hadn’t seen in such a long time. Raen had no way of knowing if his family was alive, or if they had been taken by the monsters outside. Such thoughts were honestly something Raen didn’t want to think about, but he knew he wasn’t going to be able to forget, ever. The world was constantly changing from day to day, and Raen was growing more and more distant from what he used to call the real world.
“Come on…Just one voice…Just some small proof that I’m not alone…That I’m not going crazy by sitting here, listening to this damn radio.” The longer he was cut off from the outside world, the more Raen found himself talking as though there was another person in the room with himself. Or in his mind. Talking to himself was something that was happening more and more, especially after his first two months within the grocery store. This was one fact that was clearly bothering the teenager, as he was starting to think he was going insane.
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Journal of a Survivor
January 1st, 2012
According to my watch, it is a brand new year. Big deal. Another year of spending my nights huddled alone in a closet, fearing for my life. I guess it also means I’ll be turning eighteen in a few weeks. Well, more like a few months. February 29th, a bloody leap year date. What the hell kind of date of birth is this? This new year also means I’ve been holed up inside this stupid supermarket for nearly eight months now. I don’t want to remember how I ended up here, not anymore. It’s hard to forget and I’m constantly reminded of it with the fact that I am unable to leave. I hear them more at night than any other time, but they are always out there. My radio has been crackling lately but there have been no voices and I don’t want to even get my hopes up about there being others outside these walls who are still alive.
.
.
.
.
.
Raen brushed a hand through his chocolate colored hair, leaning back against the small closet he had hidden himself away in. The smaller the room, the safer Raen felt in this time of insanity. There wasn’t a time of day when he didn’t think about what was lurking outside of the shopping center he had holed himself up in. The brunette stared at the small, battery powered radio that was resting beside him, stroking his fingers over the glossy surface. This was his only link to the outside world, and it wasn’t working in the way he was hoping for. No voices had come over the radio for several months, even the emergency broadcast signal had ended a month into the, well, Raen wasn’t sure what to call what was currently happening.
“I supposed invasion is a pretty good word, though it all started with a stupid error in judgement and complete stupidity on the governments behalf,” Raen mumbled to himself, pulling his knees up against his chest. The once smooth bindings of his journal were now rough and starting to fall apart, but he found it a comfort to keep it close to him. There was always another journal waiting to be filled, all he needed to do was walk himself down the stationary isle and choose one that appealed to him. His current journal was the exact same one he had been writing in when he left home in search of a safe place to survive, or perhaps he had just been hungry and hadn’t known that an invasion had begun. Either way, his journal was one of his last ties to his home, and the family that he hadn’t seen in such a long time. Raen had no way of knowing if his family was alive, or if they had been taken by the monsters outside. Such thoughts were honestly something Raen didn’t want to think about, but he knew he wasn’t going to be able to forget, ever. The world was constantly changing from day to day, and Raen was growing more and more distant from what he used to call the real world.
“Come on…Just one voice…Just some small proof that I’m not alone…That I’m not going crazy by sitting here, listening to this damn radio.” The longer he was cut off from the outside world, the more Raen found himself talking as though there was another person in the room with himself. Or in his mind. Talking to himself was something that was happening more and more, especially after his first two months within the grocery store. This was one fact that was clearly bothering the teenager, as he was starting to think he was going insane.