82. ENTRY 1.
*4:06pm 8 August 2001*
im stocked up. ready. it will be coming any day now. i have food, weapons and ammunition.
i am waiting.
(the lead around me is 1 foot thick in each direction. air tight and ten feet below ground. i have food to last me 50 years. i have books. hundreds of books, to last me until i die and writing material. this journal to keep track of everything.)
i can imagine the uranium teardrops raining from the heavens above on everyone but me. oh yes, i will be safe. even you readers, yes you, you will be gone. only i will be able to sustain the dreaded future.
without warning it will come. any day now and i'll be safe. all of the snide remarks i recieve will not be worth anything when everyone has gone.
everything you take for granted; the trees, the grass, the earth, the non-biodegradable plastics, the glass and your flesh: all of it will be gone and i will be safe, fully clothed and warm. beneath the ground.
i remember when i was a child and couldn't even imagine death. death is now more real than the world around me and i will be safe. slowly and painfully everything will die. dissolve like ice under boiling water.
the pain and suffering will go on above me and i'll be down here, with my books and weapons. only i will survive.
the human race will die when i die. i will be the last. and how happy i am to be graced with this honour.
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