4/25/XXXX • Day 103

Journal,

It is now day 103 in this hellish wasteland. I suppose I have it better than some of the other survivors I’ve come across, with Peak by my side and a roof over my head. Still, it’s not easy.

I can tell that this train car won’t last all too much longer. It was old from the start, but the constant attacks from the zombies and the odd weather patterns have caused it to ...

“I’m not doing it. No way.”

“You don’t have a choice. It’s a simple exchange: to atone for sin you must spend a day in Hell.” The elevator operator, who’s name tag I notice reads “Nathen” says with a shrug of his black cloaked shoulders.

“But it wasn’t even my fault! It was his!” I respond angrily, thrusting my finger in the direction of Rial.

The dark haired boy’s eyes glint and he focuses his...

Everything started the day a tall stone gate appeared in the middle of Manhattan.

It stood as tall as a small building, it’s pillars as thick as a school bus. Wrapped around these pillars were vines unnaturally green that emitted a thin purple mist. And inside this gateway was a translucent purple screen.

Nobody quite knew what to do about it. Nobody dared to enter, of course. Fear of the unknow...

A candle.

A candle is small in its stature.

It is a small cylinder of wax.

Sometimes it can be in the shape of a square.

Or perhaps even a triangle.

A candle can be any color.

It can be red.

Blue.

Green.

Or even pink.

Their wicks stand small but mighty

as they hold the power to alight even the largest of flames.

They bend with the pressure of the fire

as death is inevitable

even to wicks.

From t...

It was one night.

Two friends, hand in hand, staring out over the crumbling world from the rooftop which they were perched.

Three hours left until the world they had always known came to an end.

Four words spoken: “So, this is it. “

Five seconds of pure silence.

Six words came from the second friend: “I’m going to miss all this.”

Seven minutes pass.

Eight minutes.

Nine.

Ten. Tick, tock.

Eleven...