It’s been 53 days. It seems like only yesterday things were normal. People went about their lives as always, my parents went to work every day, my sister and I would walk to school on a morning, rain or shine our family always seemed happy. Not any more. My sister, Beth, has been missing for two weeks now and my parents are wasting away. We ran out of food last night and we have enough water to maybe last us until tomorrow. We daren’t go outside and brave the savages. Groups roaming the streets, scavenging and looting everything they can since it went down. They have Beth. By now she’s probably been sucked into their world of drugs and scum but none of that matters now, all that matters is survival. The first few days nothing seemed real to me, it all seemed like a bad dream. First came the panic, people ran through the streets screaming, no one knew what to do. Next were the fires. We had to flee our home as our street was practically burned to the ground. We made it to my grandpa’s cabin and things were going well, that is, until the looters came. They ransacked the place, took most of our food and clothes, then threw my sister in the back of their van and disappeared into the night. They knocked my dad unconscious as the rest if us looked on, powerless. Since then things have been pretty bad. My grandpa says he sees my grandma, who’s been dead for six years. My mom and dad fight constantly about everything. We have nothing left to burn for warmth, I’m writing this during the middle of the night, moonlight letting me see, filling the last few pages of my journal in what could be the last few days of my life. I can hear a car outside, maybe it’s more looters. Have they come for me this time? 19 years old, just the right age for me to be swallowed up by the drugs and abuse. They’re inside now, I can hear them beating my parents, my mom is screaming so loud the windows could shatter at any moment. I wonder if they’ll find me under the stairs? I’m running out of time and paper now. If you’re reading this my name is Rebecca Lane. It’s been 53 days since the wi-fi went down.

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