Walking through a desolate lamdscape, you enter a library for shelter due to its surprisingly stable infrastructure.

  The hellscape of the aftermath of The Apocalypse was not just underestimated but rather ignored... no one ignores it now.

  Everything that could have been born, has.

  It is underestimating everyones suffering if you called this hell, it is worse.

  You find useless books to burn, piling them up in an enclosed spot with a makeshift chimney.

  The story has been taken without consent; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident.

  After you finished gathering, you decide to get comfortable, taking off your backpack and setting up a small area to rest in.

  Your broken, but barely useable, sleeping bag is set up now all thats left to do now is to wait for night-time.

  Yawn!~

  Man, are you tired! You decide to quench your boredom, after all, it would be unwise to sleep without a fire.

  You don't know why, you are a fifth generation survivor, centuries had passed since the apocalypse.

  So, you get up and begin to look for a book to read.

  Scouring through the bookshelves, you find something that chatches your intrests... a diary?

  It has a simplistic brown cover with no design, it has a tattered piece of string attached to it, supposedly a bookmark.

  There is a simple name on it...

  The Story of John John.