I assume that no one's reading this, so it's more for my own sanity than anything else. It's been two years since all the shit happened. I can't say I know what it was, so if you're here looking for answers then I might disappoint.
My name is Henry, and I'm Alone. I've been alone since the Dying. My wife and three daughters are done. They went when everyone else did. It was hard to leave our home, but it was the only way to survive this thing.
This thing... we still don't know what to call it. I've settled on the Dying, so that's what we're going with. Everyone died. No one knows how many people died that day. Some have said that it was half the population, others are trying to quantify it with formulas and records. In the end, there were a lot of dead bodies laying around. So many that we couldn't... The government resolved to do something about it, though.
This is my story. It's a record of what happened after the Dying.