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Dead of Winter

October 23 2077 Marked the end of the world as we knew it.
The bombs fell Nuking most of Anchorage, and the surrounding military bases. Whatever is left of that city is an irradiated hell hole. Perhaps one day I’ll see it again… Doubtful.
My hand reached for the journal that probably at this point was the only source of my sanity.

Journal February 3 2078
There’s been no sign of human life out in theses woods. I’ve been thinking of checking out Anchorage again, like I do every day. And like the day before, my fear of radiation… And. And seeing our home destroyed prevent me from going. Oh Monna. How I do miss you so. It’s so.. Lonely, I haven’t spoken to anyone since the bombs fell. Is there anyone still out there? I hope so, I just can’t be the last person left. Can I?

The sounds of a nearby bush rustling snapped the man out of his writing. A small rabbit ran forward, and sprinted off. With a heavy sigh, he opened his pack to place his journal into it’s place. Strange things have been happening to to local forest. At first I thought it was simply my imagination but what if the Radiation has been affecting the wildlife? Can something like that change an animal? The man bent over to pick up his rifle. A 308 caliber hunting rifle. The metal clasps on the strap clacked on the barrel as he slung the rifle on his back. The rifle only had three rounds in it. He bought it years ago, and intended to go hunting one day. But work and life kept him too busy for that.

The snow svcked his feet under with every step. Forcing him to walk slowly, and carefully. Even a walk to the mailbox, at the end of his driveway. Would take five extra minutes in the snow. This snow was deeper, far more so. His legs were swallowed up all the way unto his own waist. As if the earth was trying to consume everything. He came across a fallen tree producing some cover. It was probably the best place to spend the night.

Journal February 3 2078
Ha, chased after a rabbit with a rock. Needless to say it got away. In this cold my fingers are rendered numb, god.. The fire is the only thing keeping them from freezing.

The night was long and frigid. I had to tend the fire every few hours just to keep warm. The week passed, uneventful.

Journal February 6 2077
I.. I. I found a dead body, frozen against a tree. I couldn’t believe it. Wait. Yes terrible. But it was there, a dead man. Some poor man managed to make it this far before dying. I couldn’t get the nerve to search him. Didn’t feel right. This however means that there must be other survivors. There must be!

He stumbled in the snow, after finding the horrid sight. It gave him hope, yet at the time also fear. He’d never seen a dead man before yet so clearly he was. His eyes frozen open, his face covered in Ice. He ran, sometimes crawling in the snow. Heart racing; veins popping. It was unlike anything he’d ever seen. It took some time to calm down. His breath flooded the air, and fogged his vision. But even after resting his thoughts were still on the possibility of other survivors.