[ WP ] A soldier is in the midst of an apocalypse and he/she is keeping daily logs with a camera .

Log one: The End. 
 
 Is this thing on? Oh it is. Well, log one, the end. It happened so fast, no one could have known. The virus had spread so fast that even the government, with all its money and power, could not stop it. This virus, I do n't know how to describe it, but it, makes people rot while they're still alive. They can feel it to. John, one of my squad mates, got infected. We had to lock him outside of the compound. When his flesh started to rot he began screaming and screaming for hours on end. I still remember how his eye was dangling out of his eye socket. Sorry, I just needed to get that off my chest. 
 
 We're in a military compound in the Mojave desert. We have around thirty survivors. The general is dead, shot himself in the head after learning that his family died. The people look to us soldiers look up to me for help, considering I'm second in command. The civilians look up to soldiers. Moral is n't doing so good at the moment. I do n't feel like talking anymore for the day, I'll talk more tomorrow. 
 
 Log 2: No word 
 
 We have n't heard anything from the government for awhile. They usually call in for us to give them a status report or some bullshit like that, but today they have n't. There's talk among everyone in the compound about how the government have collapsed or had moved or abandoned us or something. We have around a years worth of supplies here so we should be fine for awhile. 
 
 Log 3: New World 
 
 No one has called us in three days. I'm assuming that the government is dead at this point. Some people attacked us yesterday. I sent some men out to check the surrounding area to check for any other survivors. I sent five of my soldiers out, and only two came back. I saw them coming in on a jeep and I saw one of them was bleeding out. 
 
 They had apparently been attacked by some bandits. They were able to get the jump on them. The government has collapsed. We now live in a new world. 
 
 Log 4: Desperation 
 
 I do n't have a lot of batteries. so I'll have to make this quick. Its been six months since I found any batteries or anything. We're running out of food, and there is twenty people here. We did n't have enough supplies as we thought. We were desperate. When they found food this morning, they ate it all up. They did n't care that Henry, one of the older survivors, was gone. That they knew how low they had sunken too. They just wanted food. 
 
 Log 5: I'm sorry 
 
 I'm sorry momma. I'm sorry for what we have to do. I'm sorry! I'M SORRY I ATE THE CHILDREN!!! I DID N'T WANT TOO!!! I WAS JUST SO HUNGREY!!! 
 
 Log 6: Last log 
 
 There's only nine of us left. We invite people into our compound, promising them that they will be safe. When they sleep, we kill them, cook them, and eat them the next morning. The general would be ashamed to see what we have become, but he's dead and we're alive. I do n't want to talk anymore.
