Introductions were always hard to write for me. That sentence alone had me chewing on the tips of my hair for about thirty minutes. Supposedly it’s Halloween today. I’m not sure if that’s true. I’ve mostly stopped keeping track of time. It’s too cold for costumes but I guess that I’d be fit for a costume party with my pelts and gear wrapped about me. I don’t really miss parties, I was never a party person. 

None of this story will ever be published. Probably not by me at least. Maybe when I die someone will loot my house and find a moldy copy of the manuscript in one corner or if they’re lucky they could siphon the original off of my laptop. That’s just wishful thinking. I doubt there are a lot of people left who’d be willing to publish it. By the time I die there might not be anyone left at all. And it’s not like it would win any outstanding awards if it were to be published. The free time that the apocalypse has allotted me has not improved my writing skills. I cringe with every keystroke and I know that lack of schooling has not done any wonders for my grammar, hopefully one of my friends can help me edit this mess. 

But this story isn’t about me. Though it may not be evident by my longwinded introduction I do feel awkward writing about myself. That’s not to say I won’t be in the story but really this is about all the characters, not just me. And some point in time it became a shared experience anyway. Hell, Artemis’ damn bird is pecking at my ear as we speak, Tim is reading over my shoulder even though he knows I hate it, and everyone else is laying about trying to stay warm.

That’s enough of that though. This isn’t a diary or a journal, it’s a story meant to entertain and if I’m ever to have an actual audience I’d better start writing entertaining things. So as I was saying, it is October Thirty-first. It has been 5 years since this all began, since disease, war, and poverty put an end to society and the wolves came out of their dens to reclaim what was theirs. It was the end of the human age and the beginning of the wolf age.

But the world didn’t end. It didn’t end in 2000, it didn’t end in 2012, and it didn’t end a year later when disease and strife put a stranglehold on what was left of organized society. The world just kept on going and we were along for the ride. So let’s start from the beginning shall we?