The Last

Hello. I was wrong. It's not the flu. It feels like it's far worse.

My entire body has been aching all day. No matter what I do, what I move, it hurts. I have trouble moving around from one place to another. My stomach feels like it's about to explode. And I've been coughing up blood. If there's any blood on this journal while youre reading this, that's why.

I cant find a doctor to treat whatever I have. Not that they'd probably know how to treat it anyway. As I'm writing this, my vision's starting to blur. It looks like it wont be long.

I miss them. I miss mom and dad. I miss Mary. I miss everyone. I wish I couldve told them how much I loved them. How much they meant to me.

At least I'll be able to tell them myself pretty soon. Dont worry guys. I'm coming.

I'm so tired. I just want to sleep.

Please don't cry over me. If you still have your life,

take good care of it.

I wish you never

have to go through

the same thing

we did.

If so,

I hope


that one


day

u

....


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"There's no more. That's all he wrote."

"The poor child. He was just too young."

"It's all because of that virus outbreak. So many had to suffer."

"I remember reading an old saying in one of his books that when one cycle ends, another begins."

"Please. Can we just put that thing back and leave this place? It's just so... sad to think about that event."

"Indeed. An entire species wiped out... do you think that one day, we'll be struck down by such a horrible plague like these creatures did? These... 'humans'?"

"I hope I never live to see the day..."