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Survivor Record- 235 A

 A -235 

- This is a copy of an official document dated 23|05|2029 under the Witness accounts and survivor records catalogue. Duplication in any form of Class A documents is severely punishable.


Victim: Aleksey Dmitri Ivanovic (28)


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Last Location: Брянск  -  Bryansk, Russia


Known Relatives:
Spouse (Ex) - Alya Ivanovic (29)
Daughter - Nastasya Ivanovic (11)


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OFFICIAL RETRIEVED RECORD


01


It has been sixty five hours and I am alone.

The east wall caved in two minutes ago.

I reckon I have another 10 before I’m gone.


It’s beautiful. Watching the snowflakes fall.
So many snowflakes.
So black.


It’s silly I spent so much effort building this drab bunker. After all the world had reached a point where everything had gone global. Even death.


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02


The water filtration funnel broke yesterday afternoon. The engineer must have installed some dirt cheap pyaterochka plastic.



[BLOTS OF COAGULATED BLOOD AND MUCOSA]



-ughing hysterically because I can’t even scold anyone for the shoddy plumbing even if I wanted to. They’re all *expletive* dead.


To be fair, being the last person on this planet sounds far more depressing when we are 8 billion strong in number.

But thinking about it truly all alone, all I have are questions and regrets. Surprisingly no anger.


But who are we to decide the fate of another and cause their suffering? Dumb hairless primates? Gods?
Who the hell are we to decide if we shou-


[COAGULATED BLOOD DROPLETS- PAGE UNCLEAR]




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03


The day the bombs fell, every man and woman on earth stood united at last in the common song sung by ringing ears. And that was all we could hear.  

It sang to us the screeching cold truth of what we truly were.  

"Parasitic miscreants of a perfect world."


This is so shamelessly poetic but that reminds me of a poem I came up with recen-


[UNCLEAR TEXT - COAGULATED BLOOD]



Never before in millions of years did we even try to rebel against the cruel tendencies of our survival instincts, hate, ego and whatnot and innocently and instinctively hug the ones near us. But we felt the need to do it right before the ground beneath us was to go up in flames?


It’s agonising how millions of years of evolution is what it took to make us be born as savages. And all it took to turn us into compassionate angels was one moment before fiery death.

I think it pains me the most to have seen that it was possible all along. All along. Yet we chose to be compassionate in our last *expletive* minu-



[UNCLEAR TEXT - COAGULATED BLOOD]



-e ought to be burnt. Suits us right. 


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04


[UNCLEAR TEXT - COAGULATED BLOOD]



Aw man. My poem is all ruined. It's a pity I spilled all over that sheet. But I’m still coughing up a lot of blood. The blisters on my hands hurt a lot. 



[COAGULATED BLOOD / TRACES OF AMYLASE]



I can’t stop the vomiting. My hand hurts a lot. I regret writing those useless things now.

I regret a lot of things.. 


My dear Nastasya I know it’s stupid now but I want to apolog-  f- all the pai- since mama- left us.

I have fai- -e the perfe- You deser- could give.


[TEXT UNCLEAR]

-ou have been my everything. My adorable little girl I still remem-  whe-



[COAGULATED BLOOD]



I find myself crying though I have no emotions left in me. It's weird.



[SEVERE STAINING / FOLLOWING PAGE IS BLANK]



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06

Wait these aren't tears. Why are they red?! No, I'm scared. Everything hurts. I don’t want to d



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-Footnotes

- Biomatter on document has been chemo-dated to 71 hours post Z-day.

- Traces of Cesium-137 obtained from the remains.

- Cause of death - Rapid vascular tissue necrosis from acute exposure to >20 Gy   of ionising radiation from fallout radionuclides.

- Alya Ivanovic (Deceased)(Blunt Cranial Trauma, Road Accident 02|01|2027)

- Nastasya Ivanovic (Presumed Deceased)(Last Location: Kiev - ICBM strike zone 12) 



END OF OFFICIAL DOCUMENT

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~Klaus
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  1. Klaus WolfgangFebruary 18, 2023 at 8:00 AM

    P.S This was heavily inspired by HBO's Chernobyl Series. I just *had* to write something super apocalyptic.

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  2. AnonymousFebruary 18, 2023 at 11:55 AM

    This makes one question the quote "Life finds a way..."

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