Squeaky_Kittah

This was originally a delicious box of old scrap personal diaries that follow a stranger. Although as the further into the books I became, I had the urge in seeking the rest of it. 

Given this was a time of machines. I had my luck in finding the right souls. A sort of system has scanned, registered and submitted all data into some hidden storage database. 

Apparently 'any alterations were consult with administrator. All data from corresponding subjects was included among the scanned records, sometimes blended into the narrative. Makes for easier storage and reading flow.' I wasn't the only one who fell into the reading then. 

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Real Author (Kittah): 

This story is not a typical female lead novel, not a lot of romance but coping in a post apocalypse. Which I don't get why female lead novels have to have a element of romance. It starts out as a diary should but further on, things change. The world around was the one we know of now but this story is later set in the unknown future. At times it can feel like I am trying to write a horror novel, but that's not what it is. This really is just a bumpy journey of a female character. 

I must rewrite my disclaimer which is the author note of chapter one. This seems like it relevant to today with the global pandemic. However the inspiration is my personal experience during the swine flu outbreak in the UK around 2012 or 2013. The majority of this story is prewritten but I have been changing it since putting it online. 

And, yes story does spill over into the author notes. You will understand in the later chapters. It's a writer's choose.

May the odds be in your favor.

Dairies of a lost soul; Beyond Boundaries.

_A added page at the front of the oldest legible dated diary ( xxxxxx of the old calendar). _


It's hard to explain how things lead to now. I am sure when it will be my turn someday. I hope that I will be discovered by someone kind. Someone that can respect my wishes, whom actually would bother reading my letter.


Even in the moment of writing something so honest, I doubt that it will matter. Hardly anyone wants to think about what happens to themselves after death. Before the mess of it all, it were a taboo to socially talk of dying. In recent forced events, I hope that those type of people out there change their mind. It a peace to the rest of us to know the wishes of the passing. To have something of a understood preference.


By any managing means possible. If it means just beheading my corpse and throwing my head into a fire. I don't mind. Just anything to prevent becoming not myself. I don't want to be mindless shamble like those in the videogames of yesteryear.


I want people I care about to move on and remember me for whom I am. To smile at the good memories and not wallow about how I went.


Most of all, I don't want to be a danger to you. I don't want to kill people or cause them harm. If it is to risky to for fill my request - I would never blame you.


Please live without regret and stay strong. You are not alone.


There is always someone else that needs your hands. Hopefully a living person.


I wish you good fortune in your travels, stranger.


To whomever this may concern,