Max Cooley

In A Kinder World

January 7th or maybe 9th, 2038 Dear Diary, Dad was able to get me a journal today when he went trading for supplies.. He said, “With how much you love to read, I bet you would make a fine author.” He even suggested I record everything that's happened recently. I guess before all this happened there was a girl, about my age, whose diary was taught in school. I asked Dad what happened to her, he said she lived in a dangerous time but told me I was “too young” for specifics. So here we go.