Today was a good day. I woke up in a cave, with no memory of how I got there. The only things I had with me were a bottle of water, a granola bar, and this journal. I've been writing in it for a few weeks now, trying to keep my sanity. The world above ground is gone, but I'm still here, in this void. The void has a way of keeping things... interesting.
I've been exploring the depths, trying to find other survivors. Saw a group of humans who had made themselves into mutants, complete with gills and scales. They told me it's not safe to go up there. I'm not sure I believe them. They seem nice, but they're definitely hiding something.
I did, however, find a cache of old video games. Someone must have left them here before the Great Upheaval. I've been playing "Halo" non-stop for the past few days. I've got the "Spartan" armor on, and I'm pretty sure I'm the only one who can take on the void's hordes.
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