Working, At Last

I can't believe the internet still works. I spent the best part of five days trekking back to my birthplace, making my way from the quiet little wildlife sanctuary that enabled my survival. Still not sure why. I guess, even for those who enjoy being alone, it can be a little much sometimes, and I was just hoping - hoping against all hope - that someone else would survive. You know, the cliches; a light in the distance, a recently abandoned fire, muffled voices heard through walls, and then me, running, running, running into the arms of another survivor, as lonesome and battered as I am.

Merry fucking Christmas, huh.

For anybody somehow reading this, I'm at Copthall House in Stourbridge, West Midlands, UK. Postcode is DY8 1PH. Coordinates are; latitude 52.454502, longitude -2.143995. 

We have power approximately 40% of the time. The powerplants must be bowing out, one by one. When we have power, we have internet. We have running water, but it's cold, nothing warm. I'm printing out everything I can about auxilliary power, building maintenance, first-aid, hunting, skinning, farming, boiler repair, etc.

There's a store not far from here, used to specialise in camping and 'roughing it', never my area of expertise. If I can find some sort of portable generator, hell, who knows, I might be able to make this place livable. Who knew that, at the end of the world, the first place I'd think of going was the office. Hah.

There's something really sad about that.

I haven't seen anyone in 5 days. Well, technically, I haven't seen anyone in a year and 16 days, including the 5 days of travel, and the day it took to set everything up here. Anyone except my family. God rest their souls...

Anyway, I'm posting this for any other survivors out there. Anybody, really. Maybe, believing I'm the last man on Earth, I feel the need to document all this crap, you know, so future peoples can learn from my struggles. Maybe this is some 'I Am Legend' shit going down, and the muties out there will begin fearing the strange murderhobo cutting through their ranks. Or maybe I'm just tired of talking to myself.

So, yeah. I'm Dan. And I survived the end of the world.

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