I played all those cool video games. I watched all those movies. I even read the books. In most of 'em, the hero shoots the bad guys, drives a sweet car, never gets hungry, and always seems to get laid by the end. Yeah. Whatever.
I gotta be straight with you about why I wrote this journal, and it comes down to one thing, the apocalypse kinda sucks. It doesn’t meet my expectations at all.
Honestly, I was looking forward to it. I mean, I really was. It’s not that I wanted to see everybody die. But holy crap, I was so tired of all the BS I had to put up with back in the old days, the never-ending mortgage, high-interest credit cards, cholesterol clogging my arteries, thinning hair, and a thickening midsection. I was tired of dealing with jerk-off drivers during rush hour, and I was tired of my ex-wife yammering at me on the phone until my brains turned to jelly. Things kept getting more expensive, and my paycheck kept staying the same size. After enough of that, any sort of reboot seemed like a good idea.
So, read my story, and you'll see how that went.