Hello random traveler, explorer, or far future historian. Welcome to my journal entries. You may be wondering why this may be my last entry, and what is happening to me. I’ll do my best to explain.

July 14, 2024, the start of it all. Putting it simply, the world flickers. The sun’s light turns a red hue, and anyone who touches it turns into… the blob. At first, I think it’s just a strange atmospheric phenomenon, but then the screaming starts.

I’m holed up in my family’s bomb shelter, a relic from the Cold War that my father had insisted on renovating. We thought it would be a fun project, a way to connect with the past and prepare for the worst. Little did we know how prescient that decision would be.

The screams outside the bomb door are unlike anything I’ve ever heard before. They’re a symphony of pain and longing, a chorus of voices crying out for help. My family’s voices are among them, blending with the others in a cacophony of despair.

I try to block out the sounds, to focus on surviving. I ration my food and water and do my best to maintain the shelter’s systems. But every day, the screams grow louder, and my resolve weakens. I can’t help but wonder what’s happening outside, and what has become of my family.

One day, I hear a voice that cuts through the din. It’s a woman, calling out for help. She sounds different from the others, more focused, more determined. I hesitate for a moment, but then I make up my mind. I have to help her. I’ll be back tomorrow for another log if this works out, but for now, if this is my last journal entry, this is goodbye.