Dear Diary

Today is an important day. Today may be the last day I write to you. Tomorrow I don’t know if I’ll be alive. I am scared!!!! I’m so scared, I can’t stand ignorance. I am afraid. I am afraid of death, I am afraid of the moment of disaster. I fell stressed inside me, I feel fear and ignorance. Ignorance scares me, I can’t stand it. They usually say that when you know you are going to die, you do things you want to do. I don’t know what I want!!! Well, I know, I want to live!!!

Dear Diary
Water has been seeping in the city. It is slowly rising. The dome we built to protect us from the unknown is cracking. The water that we drank was supposed to help us, but I… I feel so scared. What is going to happen? 

Dear Diary, I have so many mixed emotions and Im not sure where to start. You see I must have messed up pretty bad  for them to hate me so much... so Ill just bury myself here, noone will find me here, not here, here at the bottom of the ocean where lost and mistreated things are left and never found.

Dear Diary, I'm confused and lost... everyone's gone into hiding, leaving many to suffer and fend for themsleves. The 'unknown' is coming to sweep terror across our homes but we have no way of stopping death from coming to us all. I'll stick it out till the end. I have sat here for days now, engulfed in my own thoughts. Perhaps there is something out there that would save us all...

Dear Diary,

I have been stuck here for a while now... I can still hear the children screaming, trying to get away, but the water was too fast. It caught us all. The freezing water made us suffer and we were all begging god for forgiveness and for him to spare our lives but it didnt help. It was too late, before we knew it our whole town was under water, unable to escape. I am now just able to play, play till its over.