CHAPTER 1

My name is Cole , and I'm sixteen years old. I always knew I wanted to be a scientist, and when I heard about an internship opportunity at a research facility in the Arctic, I knew I had to apply. To my surprise, I was accepted, and soon I found myself flying out to the frozen tundra to begin my dream job. I'll be writing journal entries in a new journal with over 1000 pages. I can't wait to get to the end of this amazing adventure.

Day 1 2021:

Wow, I can't believe I'm here! I never thought I'd actually get an internship at a research facility in the Arctic. It's amazing to think that I'll be working alongside some of the best and brightest scientists in the world.

Day 3:

I've been here for a few days now, and it's been a real challenge adapting to the extreme cold and isolation. But everyone here is so friendly and welcoming, and I'm learning so much already. I can't wait to start working on my own projects.

Day 10:

Something strange is happening. There have been reports of some of the researchers falling ill with a mysterious virus. They've been quarantined, but it's making everyone nervous. I hope it's nothing serious.

Day 15:

The situation has gotten worse. More and more people are getting sick, and some of them are starting to act strangely. There have been rumors of people attacking each other, but it's hard to know what to believe.

Day 20:

It's definitely a virus, and it's turning people into zombies! I can hardly believe it myself. We're all holed up in the research facility now, trying to keep the infected out. The base is still holding, but for how long?

Day 25:

I can't help but wonder why there are so many zombies up here in the Arctic. I mean, we're in the middle of nowhere! It's not like they could have come from a nearby town or city. I don't know how much longer we can last like this, but we're doing everything we can to survive.

Day 30:

I still can't believe it's been a month since the outbreak began. It feels like an eternity. Every day is a struggle to survive, and I'm not sure how much longer we can hold out.

We've managed to secure the base as best we can, but the zombies are relentless. They keep trying to break through the barricades, and we have to fight them off constantly.

We've lost some good people since the outbreak began. It's hard to watch them turn into those things and then have to put them down. But we have to do what we have to do to survive.

The creatures seem to be getting smarter, too. They're starting to figure out how to get around our defenses. We've had to come up with new strategies to keep them at bay.

It's hard to believe that just a month ago I was thrilled to be working here. Now I just want to get out alive. I keep thinking about my family back home and wondering if they're okay. I wish I could talk to them, but communication is down, and we're isolated from the rest of the world.

All I can do now is keep fighting, keep surviving, and hope that somehow, someday, we'll be rescued.

I am the last survivor. I had to leave the safety of the lab as the zombies overran it. I've been on the run for weeks, scavenging for food and trying to avoid the undead.

Today, I stumbled upon a strange cavern. As I was running, I didn't notice the hole in the ground and I fell. Luckily, I wasn't hurt too badly. As I looked around, I noticed something odd. There was a golden tree that seemed to be leaking some kind of nectar.

I was hesitant at first, but I was so thirsty and hungry that I couldn't resist. I approached the tree and tasted the nectar. It was the most delicious thing I had ever tasted. It was sweet and had a fruity taste to it. As I drank more, I began to feel a surge of energy coursing through my body.

I'll continue from where the story left off after drinking the nectar i passed out:

I woke up in a daze, my head throbbing with pain. As my vision cleared, I realized I was no longer in the cavern, but outside in the snow. I looked around, disoriented and confused. That's when I saw it - a massive polar bear, standing on its hind legs, staring down at me.

My heart raced with fear. I tried to scramble to my feet, but my legs were weak and unsteady. The bear let out a low growl, warning me to stay back. I could feel its hot breath on my face, and I could see the sharp glint of its teeth in the sunlight.

I was certain I was going to die.

But then something strange happened. As I looked into the bear's eyes, I saw a glimmer of recognition, as if it recognized me. It was a strange feeling, like a jolt of electricity running through my body.

Then, as suddenly as it had appeared, the bear turned and lumbered away, disappearing into the wilderness.

I sat there for a long time, still in shock. What had just happened? Was I hallucinating? Had I really just encountered a polar bear, and lived to tell the tale?

Day 48

I'm still alive, but barely. I don't know how much longer I can keep this up.

Yesterday, I thought I was done for. I was running from a pack of zombies, my heart pounding in my chest, when I stumbled upon a huge polar bear. At first, I was terrified. I thought for sure it was going to attack me, but instead, it attacked the zombies.

I was frozen in place, watching in horror as the bear ripped the zombies apart with its claws and teeth. Blood sprayed everywhere, covering the bear's fur and dripping from its jaws. I couldn't move, I couldn't look away.

When the zombies were finally dead, the bear turned to me. I thought it was going to attack me next, but instead, it just stared at me with its piercing blue eyes. For a moment, we just stood there, locked in a staring contest.

Then the bear turned and walked away. I was too scared to follow it, too scared to move at all. I stayed there for what felt like hours, until finally, I mustered up the courage to run.

But as I ran, I realized the bear was following me. It was still covered in blood, and I was convinced it was going to turn on me at any moment. I kept running, even as my legs burned and my lungs ached.

Eventually, I collapsed, unable to go on. I thought for sure the bear was going to finish me off, but instead, it just nudged me with its nose. It was then that I noticed the mark on its fur - a symbol that looked familiar, but I couldn't quite place it.

day 49:

I've been walking for what seems like hours, my heart pounding in my chest as I try to put as much distance between me and the polar bear as possible. I keep looking over my shoulder, expecting to see it charging towards me at any moment.

But it hasn't come. Instead, it's been following me at a distance, never getting too close, but never falling too far behind either. I don't understand why it's doing this. Is it waiting for the right moment to strike? Or is it just toying with me?

My mind is racing with fear and confusion, but as I keep walking, something strange begins to happen. I start to feel a sense of...calm. It's like the bear's presence is somehow comforting to me, even though I know it could kill me in an instant.

I shake my head, trying to clear my thoughts. This doesn't make any sense. I need to focus on finding a way out of here and getting back to civilization. But as I walk, I can't shake the feeling that the bear is somehow watching over me, protecting me from the dangers of this new world.

I know I need to be careful, but I can't help but feel a glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe, I'm not completely alone out here. That maybe there's still a chance for survival, as long as I have my unexpected ally by my side.

Day 51

I've been wandering the Arctic for days now, surviving on whatever I can scavenge. The bear that saved me has been by my side, almost like a guardian angel. It's strange, but I feel safer with it around.

I keep thinking about the research facility and my former colleagues. I wonder if any of them made it out alive. I have to believe that some of them did. But then again, I haven't seen any signs of life since I left the facility.

I'm beginning to lose hope. I can't imagine anyone surviving in this desolate, frozen wasteland. And yet, I keep moving forward, driven by the faint hope that there might be some other survivors out here.

As I trudge through the snow, I can't help but feel a sense of awe at the sheer scale and beauty of this place. The vast, white landscape stretches out in all directions, interrupted only by jagged peaks and icy cliffs.

But even as I admire the scenery, I can't shake the feeling that something is watching me. It's a primal instinct, the same one that kept our ancestors alive in the face of danger. I can't afford to let my guard down, not even for a moment.

The bear seems to sense my unease, and it growls low in its throat, a warning that danger may be near. I grip my makeshift weapon tighter and keep moving, ready for whatever might come my way.

Day 53:

I woke up to find the polar bear nuzzling me with its nose. For a moment, I forgot that it had saved my life and I jumped up, scared out of my wits. But the bear didn't seem to be in a threatening mood, and after a while, I realized that it must be my familiar.

I still can't believe it. A familiar! I remember reading about them in books, but I never thought I'd have one of my own. And a polar bear, no less! It's amazing how nature can surprise us sometimes.

Day 55:

It's been a few days since I encountered the bear and I'm still alive, which is a good thing. However, something strange is happening. I keep feeling like I'm being watched, like there's something out there in the wilderness that's following us.

I first noticed it back on Day 51. The bear and I were walking along when I felt a shiver run down my spine. I turned around, but there was nothing there. The bear didn't seem to notice anything either, but I could tell he was on edge. He kept sniffing the air and looking around, as if he could sense something was out there.

Since then, the feeling has only grown stronger. I'm not sure what it is, but I can't shake the feeling that we're being followed. It's a creepy feeling, like something is watching us from the shadows.

I've tried to convince myself that it's just my imagination, that I'm being paranoid because of everything that's happened. But I can't shake the feeling that there's something out there, something dangerous.

For now, I'll just have to keep my guard up and hope that whatever it is stays away.

Day 57

I can't believe what I just witnessed. My heart is pounding so hard I can barely keep my pen steady. We were just attacked by a creature that I can only describe as a zombie amalgamation. It was unlike anything I've ever seen before.

The creature had one human body with two heads and several other limbs and body parts fused onto it. It was huge, towering over us at least ten feet tall. The stench of decay emanating from it was almost suffocating.

The bear and I were lucky to have survived the encounter. The creature was relentless in its attack, using its multiple appendages to lash out at us from all directions. The bear fought valiantly, but it was no match for the monster's strength.

I can't help but wonder what could have caused such a grotesque mutation. Is this a new strain of the virus? Or is there something else at play here?

One thing is certain - we need to be even more cautious and vigilant from now on. The arctic is no longer just a frozen wasteland. It's become a breeding ground for unimaginable horrors.

Day 61

I couldn't believe my luck when I stumbled upon that dock yesterday. I was just wandering along the coastline, trying to figure out my next move when I saw it in the distance. It was a little rickety, but it was still standing, and even better, there was a boat tied up there.

I approached the boat carefully, scanning the area for any signs of danger. The last thing I needed was to be caught off guard by a horde of zombies. But thankfully, the area seemed clear, so I climbed aboard and started to explore.

The boat was bigger than I had expected, with a bottom deck and a small living area on top. It was definitely big enough to hold me and the polar bear, and maybe a few more survivors if I could find any.

But the real treasure was the map I found stashed away in a drawer. It was old and faded, but it clearly showed my location and the surrounding coastline. As I studied it, I noticed a book in the corner. It had vague directions on where to go from this spot to other countries who ever had this boat most likely was an accomplished sailor. I decided to go to iceland.

Day 69

I never imagined that I would be sailing across the sea with a polar bear by my side, but here we are. The boat has been holding up well, and the polar bear seems to be enjoying the adventure as much as I am.

It's been a few days since we set sail, and I've been spending my time reading the book I found on the boat. It's filled with instructions on how to navigate through different waters and how to handle different weather conditions.

I've also been spending a lot of time with the polar bear. At first, I was a little afraid of him, but now he feels like a loyal companion. He's been catching fish for us to eat, and I've been able to find fresh water when we dock at different islands.

I can't help but think about how far I've come since leaving the Arctic base. It's been a long and challenging journey, but I'm determined to keep going. And with the polar bear by my side, I feel like I can take on anything.

Day 70

I woke up early this morning to find myself beached on a small island. I wasn't sure how I got there, but I had a sinking feeling that it wasn't going to be a good day.

I quickly packed up my things and woke up my polar bear familiar. We made our way onto the shore and started exploring the area. I decided to be cautious when exploring this new island. I couldn't let my guard down even for a moment. I made sure to bring some fruit with me and even made a crude spear to protect myself and the polar bear.

As we made our way through the thick snow, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. I kept thinking back to that zombie with multiple heads that attacked us before, wondering if there were more out there lurking in the shadows.

But thankfully, we made it back to the boat without incident. As we set sail once again, I couldn't help but feel grateful for the company of the polar bear. Despite my fear of him at first, he had become my loyal companion and protector.

day 80

As I sail across the vast ocean, I can't help but feel a sense of both hope and despair. On one hand, I have managed to survive this long and find a means of transportation, but on the other hand, I am completely alone and have no idea what the future holds.

I spend most of my days scanning the horizon, searching for any sign of land or other survivors. The polar bear is always by my side, and I have grown to rely on its presence for comfort and security.

But today, something strange happened. As I was standing at the helm, I noticed a small object floating in the water. At first, I thought it was just debris from a wrecked ship, but as I approached, I realized it was a message in a bottle.

I carefully retrieved the bottle and opened it, my heart racing with anticipation. Inside was a message from another survivor, someone who had been stranded on a nearby island for months. Unfortunately i don't know how to follow the cords given though luck for them i would have rescued them.

Day 90:

I finally arrived in Iceland today, after what felt like an endless journey across the sea. The boat was starting to feel like my second home, and the polar bear had become my constant companion. But as I stepped onto the black sand beach, I couldn't help feeling a little disappointed.

There was no one here.

I had been hoping to find some sort of civilization, or at least some other survivors. But all I found was an empty beach, with the sound of the waves crashing against the shore as my only company. It was both eerie and calming at the same time.

I walked along the beach for a while, taking in the strange rock formations and the misty air. It was beautiful in its own way, but it was also a reminder of how alone I truly was. I wondered if anyone else had made it this far, or if I was truly the last person left on earth.

But as I looked closer, I noticed something strange. There were footprints in the sand, leading away from the beach and into the nearby cliffs. I couldn't tell how old they were, but they were definitely fresh.

Without a second thought, I followed them, hoping that they would lead me to some sort of answers or company.