For the sake of humankind’s posterity, I collected and assembled the stories and accounts that you, dear reader, will find on the following pages of this journal. In a few, long-abandoned homes, I’d come upon valuable stories in the form of hand-written diaries. These I kept. The public archives of important and influential people, housed in the ruins of libraries and universities across this once great land, were instrumental in helping to form a picture of what had happened. These I kept as well. The decay of our once great republic is tragically evident as the realization set in for the people on these pages, and millions of others, that we would be the last generation to inhabit the earth.
I am now a very old man – exactly how old, I have no way of knowing. What I do know is that I’m only hours from drawing my last breath. If you, dear reader, have wandered into my home, then you’ve surely come upon this book which lies on my kitchen table. I invite you to read its contents for the stories and accountings that mark and tell the tale of the end of humanity.
Johnathon Jerome Quinn
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