February 15, 20XX

"This should've been the last day I live on this cursed planet", said it to myself. I'm sitting on the 5th floor of a hotel. The walls are grey and stained with drops of blood. The sky is beautiful and there are no signs of rain. The floor was ice cold and spiking my nerves. My instinct tells me to run but I'm too tired to. I look at the door I just closed. A lot of chairs and tables are stacked to hold the door. Behind them, monsters are waiting for their chance to attack menacingly. The same kind of monster that took the lives of my friends. The same kind of monster that killed whom I loved. It didn't give me a chance to bury them. just a look and then I was taken to a safe place. A story that was nearly finished yet became a big plot twist. I take out my gun. An MP9 that a friend of mine gave me on his brink of death. A gun that is with me this whole time. I check the gun clip and put a bullet in there. My will to survive had gone and my heart has been broken too many times. I put the gunpoint towards my heart. I whispered, "this will be the end"...