I am alone. I have been alone for a long time . Yet, it's what has kept me alive in this strange place. Everything has been quiet since the virus hit. Things aren't like you'd think they'd be . There is no walking dead, roaming around craving flesh, nor were there any mutations. There was no sickness, no fluids pouring from eyes, no boils developing nor any signs of who was infected, other animals weren't even safe. There was nothing. All fauna just began to vanish rapidly, it is hard to believe that it only took 1 week for the world to be wiped out . I don't belong here. I don't know why I'm here . I don't know how I survived. All I know is that this is life now , and if I'm the last thing with a brain left on this planet , then I might as well make the best of it.

Who knows , others may be out there. Definitely not here though. The only thing that I had was my mother. She survived too , never told me much about this place, all I can remember about her was the way she slowly gave in to her madness, and eventually took her own life. Not a word was said to me. No goodbye. I didn't even see her that day. Come to think of it I don't remember much about it, or her for that matter . All I can remember about her was how she behaved, constantly walking around the bunker, back and fourth, pulling her hair out and whispering to herself. I could never hear what she was saying. It happened when I was only 7. It's strange though , I feel nothing. I can't think of the last time I felt something, or if I ever felt anything to begin with. Being the only one born in a world filled with plants and loosing the only other person,no, thing . The only other thing that you could at least interact with would be enough to make anyone numb , or mad . Am I mad? It's a question I often ask myself. I suppose nobody can tell me. But I'm alright living like this , the only issue I have is that I'm running out of food, and I will have to go outside. I hate being outside, due to the fact that I'm not very interested in plants, flora. And I was never really the type to go out seeking adventure. To much stress , what if I get sick ? I think that I am immune to this virus, but what about others ? Wait , are there any others left seeing as all other fauna disappeared ?! I keep fighting with myself , arguing between the choice of starving to death , or looking for food ? You're probably thinking "why not eat the plants?". Truthfully , I have no idea what is edible , or what is poisonous, and in here I've no way on learning. We had canned food stored up. Mother said my grandfather was crazy, ironically , and that he spent his whole life preparing for an apocalypse. It's a pity he spent too long building the bunker and not storing food . I have water. At least the taps still work.

I might just go tomorrow and see what I can find , maybe some more canned beans or , if I'm lucky , canned fish or meat . I haven't had meat in so long. I might even find a book about plants , and what I can eat or even learn how to farm. But for now I will sleep