The world has died in 2025. The armies of zombies are tracing streets in the urge to satisfy the blood thirst. The probably last survivor in the whole world enters the abandoned house to find the diary. The diary that reveals the horrible story of love and death, the last kindness in the world.
I guess I’m just a Dreamer. I always live inside of my head and I can never get bored doing it. I have a great deal of stories I hear in my head, but so little time to write them down.