Day 284

A lot has changed since the world died. Well, most of it anyways. It was apparently something in the water supply. The states started having people drop by the thousands. Said it was terrorists. But then it started happening everywhere. India, England, Iran... No one knew what was happening. I guess it didn't really matter. Before anyone really figured it out it was too late. Most everyone had died. There's not too many ways you can get away with not drinking any water! Heck, maybe they did figure it out. But then the freaks started appearing. At first it was just people that had gone nuts. Dad thought maybe it was a side effect from what was in the water. I thought it was zombies. After all the comic books I figured that'd be how the world ended. But the freaks eventually died out mostly. You still hear stories from time to time. There's no news sites or tv, so you can only hear about the world from random passers by. Gone back to primitive days I guess. It's not so bad. We have our own little tribe of about thirty people. Safety in numbers and all that. Mostly middle aged. No one like me.. It gets lonely sometimes, but really, I'd rather be here than alone. Or dead. We've been camped out in an old estate for the last few days. Pretty fancy. Woulda been amazing if anyone cared to keep it nice. We'll probably be leaving in the next couple days. We live like scavengers for now. Dad keeps saying we can find a place where we can have farms and live in safety. I don't know... I feel like something will go wrong. With us it always does. I can't tell you how many times we got into sticky situations with other scroungers. Scroungers with guns. Turns out that with there not being a war at the end of the world, there's actually tons of weapons if you know where to look. We haven't been that lucky so far. But Hally usually gets us out of those scrapes. He's got a silver tongue I guess. Weird name though. No idea where it's from. Good guy. Man, I don't know why I'm writing all this. Maybe I just hope that someday if I end up getting shot or eaten (apparently some people do that now) maybe someone will remember me. Maybe my story can help someone understand what's going on. Heck, maybe this notebook will be in a museum someday. When civilization starts up again. Who knows. I'm Mattias, I'm a survivor of the water death, and this is the story of my life right now. Read it and weep!