Sam McGrath

Kingdom of Vermin

June 25th, 2067 Don’t know why I'm writing this. Now of all times. Seems pointless. No one is going to read it. No one is going to find me. It’s not like they leave anything behind. Not like us. I suppose it’s as good a way as any to spend your final moments. There's fuck all else to do in here. To think, a food court freezer in some corporate fast-food joint is to be my final resting place! Sounds like a bad joke really. Oh well, hope’s free and I've always been an optimist! Should you happen to find this diary, know that here lies the final resting place of Scott Redding from Block 6CCC, Salvage Quarters, DD extraordinaire. That's Dumpster Diver by the way, case you’re not down with the lingo. We unfortunate few who have the enviable task of digging our way through the grime-caked remains of Earth, the Old World. You know, the one we ruined. We took and took, polluted the oceans, choked the atmosphere, stacked our trash into towering monoliths till the only thing that could thrive, were the roaches, the fleas....the rats.