Prologue The end in the beginning I'm thirty-five and the last person alive. What happened to everyone else on the planet? I don't know they all started getting sick and dying. Now everyday of life is a struggle to survive for me. Is this what they meant by the end of times. There are mutants, cannibals, and zombies. It's funny I always thought I would be dead before armageddon occurred. But here I am telling my story from beginning to end. So if anyone else is alive if they find this I won't be forgotten.
(They arent stupid you think they are because you don't like them that's your opinion other people think they are good now bug off I'm asking nicely)
Jeez calm down everyone he has just as much right to make threads and stories as anyone else here. I like the stories. Think to yourself if you'd like someone telling you to quit making stories on your own stories before you bash someone else. He enjoys writing so let him write. You don't have to read it. Not trying to start a fight but think about that
Stop pretending that the destroyer is your brother. It's not. This jig is up. You admitted-even though the jig was up before you confessed.