Every day when I open my eyes, part of me wishes I didn't. I suppose that's par for the course. Ever since the world ended, things have been a little depressing. Sometimes, I wonder how exactly I've managed to not go crazy yet. Of course, I'm talking to myself right now, trying to find the right words, so maybe I already have and just sort of accepted it a long time ago. I mean, hell, I haven't seen another person in... weeks? Months? I'm not even entirely sure when it is now.
I've got a handful of batteries left and I found one of those voice recorders you used to always see those asshole personal assistants on TV using. Maybe if I talk this out, I can get a hold of some paper later and put it onto something tangible.
Tangible.
Kind of an odd concept these days. The only thing anyone really has to call their own are just nightmares, psychological disorders, and in my case, a wicked cool scar or three. If you're lucky, and I am, a couple of guns and maybe some water. Damn, now I'm thirsty. Where's the off switch for this thing? Oh, there it is.
All right, I'm back. What was I talking about? Tangibility. I guess I can be called one of the lucky ones. I've got a couple of things people would consider worth fighting for. The trick these days though, is to travel light, so I don't have a whole lot. A change of clothes, a handful of bullets, a fairly decent light disaster kit. Of course, I'm pretty sure my definition of 'light disaster' is a hell of a lot different than it was before all this started.
OK, wait, I'm getting ahead of myself again. The whole point of this was to get my story out. Maybe someday, someone in society, if there is one by then, will find it and maybe learn a thing or two. So maybe I should go back a little and start from the beginning. Or maybe I should just give up and do what six and a half billion people did a couple of years ago and just drop dead. Some days, I wish I would have back then.
Hell, most days I do.
I almost found a real legit reason to keep going a time or two. Shame those people didn't share my enthusiasm. But I'll get to them later. If I'm gonna tell this, I'm gonna try to tell it right. In the right order, chronologically, so things make sense in case anyone hears this later. Look at me, trying to be considerate for someone or something that may or may not exist at some point in the future that may or may not still be here.
Nah, wait, I'm pretty sure the future will still be around. I'm just being overly dramatic. The question is, will there be anyone or anything left?
Dammit, I'm getting off topic again. All I'm doing is wasting the batteries, and I don't know how long they'll last. That's the problem with 'borrowed' goods. I should just take a few minutes to get my thoughts together and then get on with my story.
