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I’m writing this so that years from now, when the pieces of our world have been put back together, people will know what happened. They will know what we had to go through just to survive.

 Entry 1:

My name is Kennan O’Malley. I’m fifteen years old and I live in a compound that my Dad built to keep us safe. I’m not even sure what day it is anymore. I just know that its been a long time since my life was normal. But I guess none of that exists anymore, my old life. How things are now is my new normal. I suppose I should start at the beginning, so you’ll understand.

Everybody thought my Dad was crazy. Especially me. He used to keep duffel bags full of guns, ammo and food supplies in our hall way closet. He insisted on teaching me and my brother, Donovan, how to shoot. He even took us hunting and fishing with him. His friends used to joke him to his face. They called him a redneck and a survivalist. They used to say he was preparing for the Zombie Apocalypse or something.

Turns out my Dad wasn’t crazy. Somehow, he knew the world was going to fall apart and he did what he had to in order to protect his family. All those people who laughed at him, they’re probably dead by now.