Hi, I’m Mal. Short for Malory, because my parents were funny like that.
If you’re reading this, I’m probably dead. Or lost this journal, which is unlikely since scribbling in it is the only thing that keeps me sane right now. Or it turns out, my pack got too heavy and I discarded it at the side of the road.
I honestly don’t have any fucks to give about any of that right now.
If you’d asked me how the world ends, I would have told you a lot of things. Like solar flares! Global warming! Ice age! Famine, draughts, war, maybe even terrorism. Pure human idiotic stupidity!
I would not have guessed at fucking ‘shrooms.
Too bad I didn’t place a huge bet on that. Not that money would have done me any good in the apocalypse, but, you know. Don’t we all love to win?