Final Moments by Nick Venom (most read books in the world of all time txt) 📕

Day One

Today, every news station and outlet has told us that the world will be ending in seven days. Yeah! The world is literally ending in only a week from now. The ongoing war between our country and another country sparked World War III and the destruction of cities at the fault of atomic bombs. With no way of surviving the backlash or brute force of the bombs, seven days were estimated to be our remaining time before the area’s destroyed. This sparked many debates, but they were pointless in the end. The idea of underground shelters or bunkers rose, but the government claimed that they wouldn’t save people from the bombs. Instead of bickering about extending our time, many decided to reunite with family and spend the little time at home. This then pushed all of my roommates, Ian, Jenn, and Emily, out of our apartment and towards home. Ian and Jenn decided to spend the remainder of their time with their family. However,  Emily’s family situation is different compared to Ian and Jenn’s. Emily’s family are entitled bastards that treat Emily like trash, even throwing her out of the house. Something similar to her situation plagues me as well. My immediate family is all gone, leaving only my aunt, uncle, and nephews and nieces behind. Unfortunately, my uncle and aunt despise me as well, leaving no family for me to fall to. Unlike me though, Emily wants to reunite with her family with the hope of them changing their hearts during these seven days. I told her good luck, but I wouldn’t be surprised to see that it doesn’t work out. I can only hope that it works out for her… maybe she can have a better life than me.

Now that I’m alone, I decided to build my own bunker to avoid thoughts about death. The bunker may or may not work, but I don’t have anything else to do. Call it a passion project. That’s enough for the first day of this seven-day hell. My name is Blyke Johnson from the year 2045. If somehow this survives the bomb, then I can only hope this journal will be treated as a historical artifact. 

Day Two

Day two is here, leaving five days left.. I went to the nearby convenience store, but it was closed. Luckily, I stocked up on supplies before the news broke out. I also did some research about bunkers and found out that it’ll take me the entire week to complete. Quite unfortunate, but makes sense. I intend on beginning today and finishing before the ash falls upon us. I also found that it would be easier to build if I had help, but my roommates are out with their families. I don’t want to take away their precious time from their families, but, luckily, I did meet a girl who volunteered to help me afterI let it slip about my plan. The only problem is that her character is questionable, but I intend to keep watch of her during the building process. I’ll be contacting her later tonight to see if she’s still willing to assist my plan, otherwise, I’ll have to work on it alone. She’ll also be bringing supplies to help build the bunker.

Oh… I also contacted my uncle and aunt, but they refused to see me until the world ended. Harsh. Unfortunately, I won’t be able to see some of my nephews and nieces due to this, but I wasn’t too close to any of them anyways. It is quite unfortunate though…

The world is panicking quite harshly. The streets have begun to turn into chaos and riots. Ransackers attacked nearby houses and stole, raped, and killed during their pillages. This has become quite frequent after the news of the world ending became public. It’s unfortunate to see such violent and horrific acts, but fortunately, the pain will end in five days from now. Wait… that’s right! I need a weapon! I can raid a… what am I thinking? I’ll be fine with a kitchen knife… I think?

-Blyke Johnson - Year 2045

Day Three

The girl that I mentioned yesterday is named Mikael. She seems like a nice person, but I’m slightly susp-susp-suspicious. I invited her inside and we began… started working on the bunker. The process has been going well as Mikael has been a hard worker. Thankfully, I have her to help me.

I know that I didn’t want to get a weapon, but I found an abandoned gun store. Unfortunately, the owners---a middle-aged couple---were slaughtered in the back of their shop. Well, who cares about them anyway. I continued into the gun shop and found an M4 and M1911 with a couple of magazines for each. I have some knowledge about guns, so I can turn off the safety if I need to, but any other aspect aside from reloading is unknown to me.

Emily returned to the apartment in tears. Apparently, her family was nice to her for the first day but then descended back into their usual antics, eventually kicking her out to the streets. After that, she ran back here in search of someone that could consult her. I was unable to consult her through the droves of tears that she shed. Luckily, Mikael was able to consult her and prevent a flood of tears. Emily then started to calm down and began interrogating me about her, which I responded with vague answers. I told her that Mikael was there to help me with building my bunker, which was good enough for Emily to stop questioning me. She then decided to leave but gave me a strange look---a mix of disgust and curiosity--- before leaving the apartment and attempting a second round with different relatives. I meant to ask her about her other relatives, but the question slipped my mind. I hope to ask her before the world ends. Well, that’s enough for today… I’ll see you tomorrow.

-Blyke Johnson - Year 2045

Day Four

    We’re on the third day of building the bunker. Mikael has been working hard on the bunker alongside me. The bunker is nearing its completion in a matter of days, giving us small hope towards a new era. I can’t remember why I began this bunker anymore. I can’t remember the names of my roommates aside from Emily anymore. I wonder why? Anyways, Emily hasn’t been back since she left. Wait? Wasn’t she here yesterday? I can’t remember anymore.

    Mikael has been changing slightly. I noticed that she’s been talking to herself a lot, but none of the words are ever above a whisper, so I can’t hear anything she’s saying. Wait… I shouldn’t be saying anything bad about her! She’s been a good… hard worker for these past three days. I should be giving her an employee of the month award! Woah, I’m f-f-fee-feeling kinda dizzy. Let me take a sip of my coffee real quick. I think I’m sleep deprived at this point. The last time I’ve slept was… was… Anyways, I’m heading to sleep. Let’s hope that this can solve my memory loss problem. Apparently, I’ve been forgetting memories. Mikael tells me that I’ve been forgetting my promises and certain events… but I don’t think I did. Well, good night anyways.

Blyke John----2045

Blyke didn’t pick up his journal, instead, deciding to continue working on the bunker with Mikael aiding him. As the day dragged on, both Blyke and Mikael grew tired and, soon, decided to take a break. Blyke slept in his room while Mikael went to one of his roommates’ rooms. Unknowingly to Blyke, Mikael stole the M1911 and hid it from him. She plotted against Blyke and decided to kill him once the bunker was completed. After Blyke dies, Mikael would invite her family and they would all survive in the bunker. She planned it all from the start, pretending to be nice and kind, but, instead, she betrayed his trust and went behind his back.

    The fifth day marked the completion of the bunker. An excited Blyke shrieked with joy while pumping his fists in the air. He then raced to the kitchen and grabbed the supplies, throwing them into the bunker. Mikael stood nearby with a smile painted on her face. Blyke noticed the M1911 hiding behind her back. His eyes darted away from her and towards the bunker. “We did it! We managed to finish it in under a week!” He exclaimed. 

    “That’s great,” Mikael said. Blyke nodded while his eyes glanced over at her arm that she positioned behind her back. She noticed his glance and smiled at him. Blyke let out a small chuckle before walking away. He went over to his room and picked up his phone, dialing in Emily’s phone number. In the corner of