[ WP ] After a world-wide cataclysm you 're the only human left alive . In your extreme loneliness you 've created an imaginary friend who follows you around and keeps you company . However , the other day they did something which made you think maybe they 're not imaginary after all .

Day 53: After countless weeks of traveling... not a single human in sight. im starting to feel disheartened. am i alone? i intend to continue traveling... in search of answers. 
 
 Day 67: ive made my way into my old hometown in Georgia. i went to the house where i grew up. it was... different.. another family had moved in. my room... pink... way to ruin a good memory.. 
 
 Day 84: i thought this `` quest for People'' would keep my mind occupied. however, the longer i search, the more isolated and lonely i feel. it feels... hopeless.. 
 
 Day 85: GREAT NEWS. I FOUND A FRIEND!! i call him docker, a golden retriever i came across while passing through macon. he makes for a good traveling companion. he really keeps my spirits up! 
 
 Day 91: Docker seems to be quite the risk taker. i saw the way he looked at that coyote. so sure of himself. so determined... atleast Docker and i will eat well tonight! 
 
 Day 105: Docker and i came across a wal-mart today! lots of supplies, a couch to sleep on and plenty of clean water. we may stay here for a while, i kinda like it here. i think Docker does as well. 
 
 Day 120: Docker and i have set out again, looking for the next adventure! 
 
 Day 124: Dammit all.. docker... he.. tried to take on another coyote. although.. its pack was near by this time.. he.. fought so well.. i tried to help him, broke my arm in the process.. but.. his injuries were too severe.. i.. had to put him down. i am alone again. R.I.P Docker.... 
 
 Day 130: ive crossed the Georgia/Flordia state lines. nights are cold.. days are hot... god.. i dont even feel like moving on. 
 
 Day 134: Ive concluded, atleast the southeast, is completely devoid of life. 
 
 Day 136: ive.. started hearing things. like.. echos of what was. ive tried my best to push them aside. but lately, its getting more and more difficult. at night, its so quiet. but so loud. 
 
 Day 140: i found a mirror today, i hadnt seen myself in.. a very long time.. i didnt even recognize myself. talk about scary.. 
 
 Day 142: the voices... theyre talking to me... talking as if they know me. its almost nauseating. 
 
 Day 150: well, i decided to respond to them.. theres one voice that is prominent, hes... surprisingly helpful... a little psychotic, but helpfull. 
 
 Day 190: he insisted i stop writing. after i attemped to defy, i.. passed out.. i ended up about 20 miles from where i was. i dont understand.. 
 
 Day 191: i asked him who he was, he said i knew. hell i have no idea. 
 
 ~~I AM YOU~~ 
 
 Day 192: i woke up this morning, my journal, halfway across the room.. i never let it leave my side.. no way i wouldve left it there. 
 
 ~~HOPELESS~~ 
 
 Day 195: i thought i lost you.. how you got 4 miles down the road.. ill never know.. 
 
 ~~HEH....ITS ME! ~~ 
 
 Day 200: im done... just done. 
 
 IM NOT DONE...
