#found this image at the ripe old age of 14 and haven't stopped thinking about it since

[opera-ghost]

me on my death bed when this picture flashes before my eyes instead of cherished moments with my family and loved ones

[scarletts-nsfw]

13/10/2197

walked down a narrow hallway located amidst a crumbling once great city. I walk upon the dark vestiges of a dead utopia. War machine's passing through the reddish smog filled sunlight. When last did humans screw up so bad? I saw posters and the sky was blue? Old world maps talk about countries but i have no idea what they mean? Humans ALWAYS have a reason for death. Only divided sectors remain. The sector's have a pre war purpose but we use the walls for safety against the hostile populous from outside. I reside in sector SW A113C and i will die defending it with Sargent Callahan as my witness. My life is but to produce crops in a greenhouse up north for the colonies. Outside the walls there re is evidence of war. Highways with older personal transportation choke up the forgotten infrastructure. Semi painted former luxury vehicles. Something they used to call police. We only have the councilors now. A group of cyborgs from the old world. Some born before the 2000s. Those times looked unpleasant but the sky was still blue and i didnt need a chem suit to breath outside the zones. Let alone masks. I scavange further in the forgotten ruins. To think this once once a centralised hub for commerce and exchange, we only trade now. Ive been keeping what they called "money" as a souvenir from each place i visit. They have faces in the middle. Only the old admirals know knows. One has a name that spoke to me. Lincoln. Maybe he is related to a music thingy i have. A Lincoln park. I also have a name but i haven't heard of any other Ezra McMurray's yet. Guess my ancestors were also never in any famous things.

14/10/2197

Been scavenging for more Cooper. A113C mine 14 isn't producing much anymore. And if we can't build new walls around a building or it's too damaged and unstratigic we take the furniture. Then the copper. I traded in my old hauler for a smaller one and a claim. An old residential block. One story. Pointy roof and another car inside. It has large tires and the paint is oxidised but intact. A rare find. I can finally afford new augmentations. Thus securing my future of a unending lifespan. Raiders and afflicted will fear me now! Ive also found a old personal entertainment device. Written upon it is a name. Apple. The cyborgs tell me a "samsung" is better. I dont pay attention to the names because im only here for the recourses. I don't bother with the fridge. Take the car and copper and now im writing this in excitement for all the rations i will be provided.

16/10/2197 happy birthday Ezra! Old ripe age of 19! Survival of this age is rare. However ive taken General Nakariakov`s advice and kept the phone. He offered to show me what it does. Its all useless but interesting. The history people will melt in excitement that i found a working relic amongst ruins of identical housing within those smaller walled off squares. They used wood, weirdos. No way that wards off explosives. But i found a image so horrendous and threatening. It reminded me of the attack on the fringe colony's.

Dice with Ellen.

What in the spirits!? This figure scares me. Is it what caused all of this to happen? Is this... person the reason the earth became empty?

10/24/2197

Ive been thinking. Why did the old world look up to those scary figures? Where they threteand to like her? Was she a tyrant ruler like the old ones? I cant keep it out of my head. Ive killed so many yet her face was the only one to convey such a feeling inside me. Guilt, perhaps disappointed in me. A smile i use to get out of being taken hostage. Im glad i sold the cube thing. Tho the pages are running out and my time is short. A113c does not stop consuming. I'll try to forget about that face.

I have to

It’s time to roll the dice… with Ellen!