text: I just got back up from being unconcious, with every part of my body hurting like never before, and huge blocks of scrap metal and concrete laying everywhere around me, one of them being very sharp and very near my head, I was lucky I survived. Last thing I remember was sightseeing in an old WW2 era german bunker, then it happened, first the extemally loud sound of explosion, then the bright flash of light despite me being underground, then the collapsation of the bunker and me getting unconcious. First I checked for any other surviving people near me, I find nothing but people dead from either getting hit by heavy objects or fried alive from the blast, some of their bodies already rotten, this means I was unconcious for longer than I thought. Survivor's Journal, Day 1. 9:46 AM, No luck with finding any food or useful supplies, thankfully my watch is still working and I managed to craft a simple hatchet with a piece of concrete, a stick, and some random piece of rope lying on the ground. 10:58 AM, There are surprisingly lots of trees growing around, also I managed to notice that my skin appears to have changed it's color, and I'm a lot less thirsty than usual, the mutation might explain how I survived so long that trees managed to re-grow while I was unconcious. 12:34 AM, I'm hungry as I've never been in my entire life, still didn't find any food so far. Only a newspaper saying something about North Korea and nuclear war, I didn't bother reading it because the hunger was so overwhelming. 2:48 PM, I think I might actually die from starvation, so if you find this notebook, It most likely means I'm already dead, please find my body and make me some kind of grave, I don't want my body to rot in the open field. 7:19 PM Yes! I finally found some food! I harvested all the oranges from a bush hidden in tall grass, and ate half of them. I'll be saving the remaining 3 for later, despite still being hungry. 8:30 PM It's really getting dark and cold, I should probably make some sort of campfire. 9:28 PM I managed to make a campfire, I never thought that youtube video I saw 4 years ago would be the cause of me not dying from cold. 11:58 PM I made myself an improvised bed from some hay and leaves I found, but for some reason I don't feel the need to sleep, I begin to think that maybe not taking that newspaper with me was a bad idea, I could have finished reading it now to "kill the boredom" 0:51 AM I heard strange noises nearby, he kind of that I never heard before, they sound really dangerous. 1:36 AM The noises continue. I polished the biggest, sturdiest rock I could find and attached it to a durable piece of wood using the remaining string I had, and prepared to defend myself. 3:28 AM A heavily mutated creature that looks like it once might have been a human jumps out of the trees, I take a defensive stance, however instead of attacking me, the creature sniffs my smell from a discance and proceeds to ignore me. I still watch what's it doing closely while thinking of possible escape routes, but it doesn't do anything dangerous for the next 2 hours. 5:32 AM I hear a distant cry for help. The creature hears it too, roard and starts running in the direction it came from. I try to stay as quiet as possible as I slowly realize it might be attracted to noise. After the creature is gone, I write down everything that happened since 2:48 PM and then begin planning my next day to ensure my survival. Survivor's Journal, Day 2: 6:00 AM I begin to examine a huge rock, I'm a geologist, however, I don't recognise this kind of mineral, it doesn't resemble any known mineral or ore, it must have either come from space or gone through some chemical reaction caused by the heat and radiation from the explosion. 11:41 AM I ate the 3 remaining oranges I had and I gathered some of the strange ore using the tool I made last night, it appears to work very well as a pickaxe. I then smelted the ore using a campfire and some stone moulds. I covered parts of the campfire in the strange metal I case if I want to cook some food or smelt the metal more effectively. 3:42 PM I crafted an improvised backpack from the leather I got from a dead deer. It must have died recently since the meat isn't either rotten or cooked from the blast. I dried it's tendons and used it as strings, saving some for later and using the rest for the backpack. 4:56 PM I cooked the meat from the deer watching each part of it carefully so that none gets burned or undercooked, this is my only remaining food after all. 5:12 PM Finally, I'm actually not hungry anymore, I even managed to save some of the cooked meat for later. I should probably start making some sort of shelter. 9:52 PM I somehow managed to make a door. Out of stone. It took me quite some time to make it, but it works perfectly fine, and it's very durable. I'm really proud of what I just made. 10:28 PM I think I should have made my shelter out of wood instead of stone, it would have taken way less time, and I'm all out of time now. I'm hearing a lot of noises, and they sound hostile. 12:07 PM A man ran out of the bushes, dressed in a suit made out of boar leather and tendons, with a mark of a 9mm bullet splattered on the suit's left arm. He screamed at me in panic in a language I didn't understand, sounded like russian or ukrainian. I spoke calmly in my native language trying to tell him that I'm not a threat, and that I don't understand him, and does he speak English, and that we can work together to survive. He looked at me with a confused look on his face, took something out of his backback and threw it to the ground, and before I could see what it was, he punched me right in the face! I reached for my pickaxe to defend myself, but he didn't bother attacking me again, he took some of the stone bricks and made and began assembling it into walls, maybe he isn't an enemy. 2:28 AM The thing he threw on the ground was a second boar leather suit, visibly more damaged than his, it was covered in splinters of wood and contained loads of bullet markings, and some bite marks that look like they were made by... human teeth? It was still better than the remains of clothes I had on me, so I put the suit on, it was very warm, way warmer than my previous clothes. I then proceeded to spin three times, very fast. I have no idea why I did that, I think I was trying to express my joy and say thank you to the stranger without knowing how to communicate with him. Surprisingly, the stranger seemed to understand, smiled, then proceeded to spin one time. Then we both started to build, I made the bricks, he placed them and sticked them together using some sort of cement that smelled more like polymer glue than cement. 3:48 AM We focused so much on building that we completely forgot about the danger that was surrounding us. I heard loud sniffing noises from behind me, before I could turn around, I was bitten in the back of my head by the very same creature that spared me the other night. The suit protected me enough for the teeth to not rip my skin open, but the bite force was so huge that It felt like getting hit by two hammers simultanously. I tried to get my head out, but the monster kept it's jaws shut and tried to bite a part of my head out. The stranger pulled out his axe and attempted to cut off the monsters head off, but it has nearly no effect. The monster, now with lime green blood dripping out of it's wound, released it's jaws and kicked the stranger in the stomach, knocking him away. The stranger osed the force of the beast's kick to do a half-backflip and get up on his feet. The mutant charged at him, and the stranger dodged it's attack, then hit the "ghoul" in the back with his axe. I didn't make that name, it was the word that followed the long string of russian insults he screamed at the monstrocity that was attacking both of us. The creature charged at my ally and after he dodged it's attack, it changed it's direction and jumped right on him, almost crushing him under it's body that was twice as big as that of a normal-non mutated human. But the person helping me seemed to have underwent slight mutation, just like me. And it seems that it also enchanced his durability, because he didn't seem to get hurt from the crushing weight of the ghoul at all. The stanger, or should I rather call him now, teammate, managed to wrestle his way out of the ghouls's grip before I could help him, then he scared the ghoul away by flexing with some pro moves with his axe and shouting at the ghoul at the same time. The ghoul ran away. We both thought that it was the end of the trouble for today. We both put our weapons down and got back to finishing the shelter. 5:52 AM My teammate and I paused building the walls of our shelter despite being nearly finished with it, we both were way too tired by the fight that happened an hour ago and the constant building. He pointed at himself, saying "я Dimitri, tvoye imya?" While gesturing with his hands to help me understand what he was saying. Before I could answer, the roars around us got unusually loud, now coming from two sides. We grabbed our weapons, preparing ourselves for a fight. Two ghouls charged at us, from both sides, both ignoring me and focusing on Dimitri. Dimitri was fighting well, but he couldn't hold on much longer if he was fighting 1v2. Once I got a chance I threw my hatchet at the seemingly non-injured ghoul, splitting it's right eye open, and drawing it's attention to me. I grabbed my pickaxe and hit the ghoul in the left side on the head as hard as I could, the pickaxe sunk deep in it's head but the ghoul was still alive, or probably undead at this point because I noticed a couple of bulled wounds in it's neck and stomach, they all failed to kill it, and so failed my pickaxe. The ghoul used it's superior weight and strength to move his head rapidly towards me, ripping the pickaxe out of my hands and getting it's teeth dangerously close to the only part of my body not protected by the leather suit I was wearing, my face. Dimitri kicked the ghoul he was fighting away with a strong kick in the chin, then threw his axe, hitting the ghoul I was fighting in the neck, splitting it's spinal cord into two pieces and nearly cutting it's head off. However, that just stunned the ghoul for a short period of time, it was still got up from the ground after a few seconds, but that was enough for me to get my pickaxe back, but not enough to pick up Dimiri's axe. The sight of the ghoul getting up despite sustaining so much injury was enough to make Dimitri and me panic, we both ran away in separate directions. 5:58 AM I think I lost the ghoul that was chasing me. I climbed a tree and started to look around in an attempt to find Dimitri. I can't see him yet, but I hear loud, unusual ghoul sounds that I have never heard before. I proceed to run as quietly as possible in that direction. 5:59 AM The sounds are clearly the worst ones you could hear in the situation I was in, munching. I grab by pickaxe tighter, start running as fast as I can in the direction they're coming from and prepare myself for the worst while still having a tiny bit of hope that Dimirti's still alive. Survivor's Journal, Day 3: 8:21 AM When I got there, the sun has already risen, and Dimitri was already dead, with his body and protective leather suit both damaged beyond repair. The ghoul who killed him appears to have his skin fried for some reason. Right after I finished building my stone wall shelter, I made a grave for Dimitri near the walls of the base, specifically the part he started building. The message on the gravestone I carved read: Dimitri, the suvivor Surname: Unknown Age of death: Unknown He died a valiant hero, sacrificing himself for the good of others and protecting them from the vile creatures known as ghouls. May he rest in peace. 9:10 AM I ate the cooked meat I obtained yesterday, then harvested some juicy oranges and put them in a cold dirt pit so that they won't spoil. 9:40 AM I wanted to cry because of both nearly loosing my life yesterday, Dimitri's death, and the overall shock and pain that I still didn't get over with, but my survival instinct told me to now waste any water on the tears and move on If I want to survive. I obeyed that instinct like a loyal soldier. I'm suspecting the mutation might have also given me enchanced memory since I just finished writing down the events that happened in the last 2 days while being 100% sure of every single event, flawlessly remembering everything I saw and did, even the time it happened on. I suspect it might have also removed or lowered my need for drinking water, since I don't feel the urge to drink any liquids anymore, just like I don't feel the need to sleep. I use this opportunity to salute and drop some tears at Dimitri's grave, then begin carefully planning my next actions.