This is not the same Wynter Sora as in my earlier story. I just reused the name. This story is about a girl that is witnessing the end of the world.
My brother though up of this pretty good idea; world's population at 11 billion, oil drying up, US and China going into a depression, Russia in a civil war, the works. I'm adding a little to it; Italy and Australia in a war, Switzerland using the atom bombs they've secretly been building over the years, Germany pretty much fading into non-existence, while the Dominican Republic is so overcrowded that they had to make artificial islands. And a girl (I'm going to let you decide the age) is caught in the middle of it.
It's the year 2053. The phrase 'get a life' has evolved to a whole new meaning.
Dear Diary,
Today is January 7th, 2053. Otherwise known as The Year No One Wants to Be In or The Year of Why Don't I Just Shoot Myself and Get It Over With. At least, that's what I call it. Mom would've laughed and gotten the little inside joke, but, well, she's been dead for two years now. I've been all alone for two years.
Books probably seem like a weird thing to collect now that the world's ending. Pens, too. But by collecting, reading, and drawing, I can take my mind of more depressing stuff, like "Oh my god I'm gonna die."
So, in collecting books that people have thrown away, I stumbled across this little blank journal. At first I wanted to burn the paper, but now... I guess I'm just hoping that if humanity survives and this becomes something people teach in history class, I want to have a record of all the horrible and stupid stuff that humanity has done in my lifetime.
But, no worries, there probably won't be a future generation to read all my secrets. So I'm going to write anything that comes to mind.
So, first topic (and this is really mushy), there is no more love for poor Wynter Sora. My boyfriend died last week, which really sucked. I mean, after he promised that he'd be there for me always (again with the mushiness, blah) and then he had to go and die. Like everyone else.
At least I haven't become prey for the gangs that now openly haunt new York City, though I guess that's because I'm on good terms with most of them. In fact, I'm more or less "friends" with the leader of one. She also happens to be the one that lent me a gun so I could get some "target practice" for "my own safety" on the billboard for Target (the store). So I'm kind of... safe in her- I guess you could call it territory.
Second topic- someone let the animals out of the huge zoo here, so on top of trying to find something to eat and some way to live in a dying city in a dying country, you have to be kind of careful where you choose to sleep so that you don't end up as something's next meal. I've had a few bad scrapes with lions that involved bricks, ladders, and gravity.
Have you ever tried to evade a lion with a backpack full of books, pens, and paper? Not exactly easy. Of course, I realize only afterwords that it would have been easier to simply drop the backpack. Idiot.
Well, it's getting dark, so I guess I'll just have to write again tomorrow.
-Wynter Sora
My brother though up of this pretty good idea; world's population at 11 billion, oil drying up, US and China going into a depression, Russia in a civil war, the works. I'm adding a little to it; Italy and Australia in a war, Switzerland using the atom bombs they've secretly been building over the years, Germany pretty much fading into non-existence, while the Dominican Republic is so overcrowded that they had to make artificial islands. And a girl (I'm going to let you decide the age) is caught in the middle of it.
It's the year 2053. The phrase 'get a life' has evolved to a whole new meaning.
Dear Diary,
Today is January 7th, 2053. Otherwise known as The Year No One Wants to Be In or The Year of Why Don't I Just Shoot Myself and Get It Over With. At least, that's what I call it. Mom would've laughed and gotten the little inside joke, but, well, she's been dead for two years now. I've been all alone for two years.
Books probably seem like a weird thing to collect now that the world's ending. Pens, too. But by collecting, reading, and drawing, I can take my mind of more depressing stuff, like "Oh my god I'm gonna die."
So, in collecting books that people have thrown away, I stumbled across this little blank journal. At first I wanted to burn the paper, but now... I guess I'm just hoping that if humanity survives and this becomes something people teach in history class, I want to have a record of all the horrible and stupid stuff that humanity has done in my lifetime.
But, no worries, there probably won't be a future generation to read all my secrets. So I'm going to write anything that comes to mind.
So, first topic (and this is really mushy), there is no more love for poor Wynter Sora. My boyfriend died last week, which really sucked. I mean, after he promised that he'd be there for me always (again with the mushiness, blah) and then he had to go and die. Like everyone else.
At least I haven't become prey for the gangs that now openly haunt new York City, though I guess that's because I'm on good terms with most of them. In fact, I'm more or less "friends" with the leader of one. She also happens to be the one that lent me a gun so I could get some "target practice" for "my own safety" on the billboard for Target (the store). So I'm kind of... safe in her- I guess you could call it territory.
Second topic- someone let the animals out of the huge zoo here, so on top of trying to find something to eat and some way to live in a dying city in a dying country, you have to be kind of careful where you choose to sleep so that you don't end up as something's next meal. I've had a few bad scrapes with lions that involved bricks, ladders, and gravity.
Have you ever tried to evade a lion with a backpack full of books, pens, and paper? Not exactly easy. Of course, I realize only afterwords that it would have been easier to simply drop the backpack. Idiot.
Well, it's getting dark, so I guess I'll just have to write again tomorrow.
-Wynter Sora
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