I remember it like it was yesterday, the power went out and everything ended. Nothing was sane anymore, unknown creatures are walking and turning people into them, pretty fucked up shit. Surviving has been the worst, food has drained completely and hunting has gone fucking crazy. Those things are eating every single source of food, it's some Walking Dead shit. In a few days I have a high possibility of dying, and I got to tell you, it's not the most securing thing. Even though everything else is crashing, I know who did it. Crazy old bastard, I can't figure out why or how, but those details are coming shortly. If all of my calculations are positive, I got home right where I want him. Based off the limited information, the guy was basically an even more fucked up Joker, and we all know that's a fucked up dude. I can last two extra days if I ration just a little more, 1/10 of water each twelve hours would sustain me. Yeah, I'll live. My name is Alix.