Doomsday Diary
17th June 2072:
I have to write, I have to write and if I don't I'll go insane. My hands shake as I write this. Oh God I just killed her! Like she meant nothing to me. I am damned for this! But that bitch just wouldn't shut up! I mean we were supposed to be in hiding for God's sake. The Zealots were rounding up the last of the stragglers and rebels and I just didn't want to die.