• Teusday, May 26th year 6032

    I awoke this morning in absolute silence. Sammy had died in his sleep last night. I got dressed and wrapped him up in the piss-poor excuse of a bed. I threw im over my shoulder and opened the door. The blistering, dry heat poured in like a dog to its food. Bad analogy for todays case. The sand was soft enough to bury him without a shovel. I had nothing to make a tombstone out of, and i didnt have time to do s memorisl service. This didnt matter considering that the world was unpopulated anyway. If only I could have stopped the Apocolypse. If only i could have saved Brandon... I can't help but think if i did I would have saved the world has well. I'm all alone now sammy is dead. All alone on this empty barren wasteland i used to call home. I would have killed myself already if there was a less painful way. Starvation isnt ideal. Every night i read through my journals searching for the key to save it all. Tonight is no exception.....