For all readers… Hello there! If you’re reading this, you’re one of us-fellow survivors. You know what happened; our world has changed drastically. Unless you’ve been tucked away in a bunker this whole time, you’ve experienced it too. This book is my account of the apocalypse, as many have come to call it. It’s dedicated to all who have made it through, those who’ve come after us, those who’ve lost their lives, and everyone in between. I’ll be marking the days as “days since the apocalypse” because, honestly, I’ve kind of lost track of time. Day 32 Well, hello. I’m recounting my memories as Spring comes, and I’m glad of it. It’s been a month since this all came down.…

October 1st, 2024 I don’t know what’s happening to me. It started small—a little itch under the skin of my left arm. At first, I thought it was just a bug bite. But then the itching spread. Now, it feels like something’s moving underneath my flesh. I’ve started documenting it to make sense of it all. Maybe this is just a weird infection. Maybe I’m overreacting. October 3rd, 2024 The itching has gotten worse. I woke up last night to a searing pain in my arm. In the bathroom mirror, I saw it—something *pulsing* beneath the skin. It looked like a vein, but it was moving independently, wriggling just under the surface. I tried to ignore it, but my mind…

October 1st, 2024 I don’t know what’s happening to me. It started small—a little itch under the skin of my left arm. At first, I thought it was just a bug bite. But then the itching spread. Now, it feels like something’s moving underneath my flesh. I’ve started documenting it to make sense of it all. Maybe this is just a weird infection. Maybe I’m overreacting. October 3rd, 2024 The itching has gotten worse. I woke up last night to a searing pain in my arm. In the bathroom mirror, I saw it—something *pulsing* beneath the skin. It looked like a vein, but it was moving independently, wriggling just under the surface. I tried to ignore it, but my mind…

For all readers… Hello there! If you’re reading this, you’re one of us-fellow survivors. You know what happened; our world has changed drastically. Unless you’ve been tucked away in a bunker this whole time, you’ve experienced it too. This book is my account of the apocalypse, as many have come to call it. It’s dedicated to all who have made it through, those who’ve come after us, those who’ve lost their lives, and everyone in between. I’ll be marking the days as “days since the apocalypse” because, honestly, I’ve kind of lost track of time. Day 32 Well, hello. I’m recounting my memories as Spring comes, and I’m glad of it. It’s been a month since this all came down.…

October 1st, 2024 I don’t know what’s happening to me. It started small—a little itch under the skin of my left arm. At first, I thought it was just a bug bite. But then the itching spread. Now, it feels like something’s moving underneath my flesh. I’ve started documenting it to make sense of it all. Maybe this is just a weird infection. Maybe I’m overreacting. October 3rd, 2024 The itching has gotten worse. I woke up last night to a searing pain in my arm. In the bathroom mirror, I saw it—something *pulsing* beneath the skin. It looked like a vein, but it was moving independently, wriggling just under the surface. I tried to ignore it, but my mind…

For all readers… Hello there! If you’re reading this, you’re one of us-fellow survivors. You know what happened; our world has changed drastically. Unless you’ve been tucked away in a bunker this whole time, you’ve experienced it too. This book is my account of the apocalypse, as many have come to call it. It’s dedicated to all who have made it through, those who’ve come after us, those who’ve lost their lives, and everyone in between. I’ll be marking the days as “days since the apocalypse” because, honestly, I’ve kind of lost track of time. Day 32 Well, hello. I’m recounting my memories as Spring comes, and I’m glad of it. It’s been a month since this all came down.…