Hayden pulled out h is journal.

“Dear Diary.

“It is day 356. Happy birthday, apocalypse.

“I am still in the bunker that I found. The base is empty as far as I can tell. I’ve had a few strolls around and I have found absolutely nothing. Well. Supplies. Yeah. Got a lot of those. Every time I go out, I bring back as much as will fit into a big canvas rolling thing. I could probably stay inside for another year with just what I have right now. But I will keep going out until I don’t have anymore room. No sense in leaving perfectly good stuff there just waiting.

“Fucking tired of only having this stupid journal to talk to.

“I’m done now.”