I didn't know I had to kill my dad to survive. I didn't know everything could go horribly wrong in a world like this.

But I find that sometimes the world doesn't exactly give you what you want.

It happened 10 years ago but the radiation is still spreading and now it's gotten to somebody I care about.

I had to do it. I finally had to kill him. But as I picked up the axe using my core strength to cut a piece of wood for the campfire. My mind had gone somewhere else.

There he was screaming my name. His eyes were bloodshot red.

He tried to open the car kicking and screaming as he slowly ran out of air, the radiation burning his body unlike anything else I've ever seen. Blood splattering everywhere.

Here I was standing waiting for him to die as tears cradled down my face and onto the ground, I had just killed my father, without remorse, without repercussion. I had my reasons, and he had his for staying alive, but he couldn't anymore not like this.

As I watched him finally letting his last breath go and staring back at the car I had trapped him inside of. 

He finally passed out and his foot stepped onto the gas. As I could see the wheel slowly started to turn by itself like his soul was somehow possessing it.

Faster. Faster. Faster. 

As he drove off the bridge and into the water, his body shooting through the windshield as I watched and carelessly walked away.

I couldn't stand hearing his screams. I couldn't stand looking at his body anymore. You would do the same if you were in my position.

Everyone on earth has been dead for years and my father had just become the last one.

I had just become the monster i had whole undoubtedly regretted becoming

But sometimes being the last human on earth... Means you haft to get your hands bloody...

I wish I didn't realize how much killing somebody was gonna change me until now, but I couldn't prevent what was coming for me.

My name is Alex Morson, and I am the last human to have ever survived an alien invasion. They picked us off one by one and I killed every single one of them in cold blood. Murder. Justice. Revenge.

These were things I used to care about, but now there's no longer any hope and the only thing that could have saved me, just drove off a cliff.

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There was no cure. No safe haven. Only execution and getting to kill someone one last time before I killed myself was more insatiable than ever.

I held a gun in my hand, recording my voice one last for the entire world to hear even if there are any survivors out there. They'll heed my warnings. 

"No one's coming for you. There is no savior and no hope on this planet, sometimes getting what you want means taking things into your own hands.

Goodbye. Earth."

I said coldly loudly pressing the gun against my ear as it harshly crowded my brain.

As I tried pulling the gun trigger it didn't go off.

Someone had taken the bullets out and before I could ask questions I got knocked out by somebody. 

When I awoke, I was in a room, a scientific lab. The government had been taking people and using them as experiments so they could study the radiation.

I had been killing innocent people that they had sent after me, humans turned into monsters.

My entire life had been a lie and as the painkillers they gave me kicked in, I was left paralyzed almost half unconscious. Unable to move. To speak. To communicate.

Everyone has a choice behind sinful actions, and the government had gotten greedy enough to use us like pet monsters. To commit sins for their own devious actions.

 My dad would have never forgiven me for killing him. They did this to all of us.

So now I'm left to ask one last question. Will the earth ever go back to what it originally promised and created to be? Or will people continue to ruin it? To be destructive?

Grief. Pain. And realization hit me like a rock, unbearable in a cage for birds and locked up like a Rab lat.

I had gone too far and as I safely collapsed down to my knees screaming and crying in an expression of forming tears. Something dawned upon me, and it wasn't what I had expected.

If I could escape, I could share the one secret these government people knew. I knew how to get rid of the radiation and save everyone.

But as I crossed out the X on the bathroom wall beside me using a stick I found. I knew what I had to do. If anyone were to coincidentally end up exactly like me, I would write my secrets down in an unnoticeable code. Only the right person could know how to read this.

And as one last act I wrote something down.

"The only way to defeat them is to give them exactly what they want. Bring 'him' here and the answers will be given to exactly like you want them to. Find this note and please, be careful. Safety is everything."

I wrote down in numbers and letters scrambled together.

As i threw the note into the toilet flushing it down the drain i hoped someday, someone would find it, decrypt it and save me.

Because the longer I stayed here, captive, the harder it would be to get rid of what was hidden in the shadows. Secrets lying in the depths.

Cold. Rocky ground beneath me and men in masks entering my room and I could see the thousands of others. 

I could see myself in the mirror hung up on one of the corner pieces of a wall.

I was being tied to a chair and electrocuted until i couldn't see anything at all. Blurry vision freckled my face. They asked questions i didn't have or want to give the answers to.

If they wanted something out of me, they had to kill and that's exactly what they did. I'm dead, this isn't real, and you've just unlocked something you can't control.

Maybe you'll keep reading these diary entries. Maybe you'll burn this journal, but if you know what's coming then you know exactly why you shouldn't put this book down.

You need to get your hands bloody and survive. Because that's the only way I'll ever stay alive. 

Signing off, Alex Morson. The last human alive. For now...

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