Florence, Italy. 29 September 2014
I had finally settled into my new apartment for the next seven months. I got into NYU Firenze and was going to live in Italy away from my family in the states. Not that they cared. My girlfriend Addison came with me, since we both had gotten accepted (by some stroke of luck). As the Italian news blurts some random garbage too quick for me to fully understand with my limited knowledge of the language, I walked up behind my adorable little redhead and wrapped my arms around her waist. 
"It's beautiful isn't it?" She asks me, turning her head slightly.
I look out at the the gorgeous city in front of me, a mix of the old and the new all around in that distinctly european way. The sun setting over the low clay roofed homes and apartments and painting the sky a vibrant orange...
"Yes it is. We get to create our own life here. Away from our families. Away from the stress of our old lives. We finally get to start over... This is our new beginning."
She takes a sip of her coffee, and there is a moment of silence... I rest my chin on her shoulder and we watch the sun slowly lower itself out of the sky...
Then she turns her head and kisses my cheek. "I love you Miyka."
I smile at her and turn her around, bringing her in for another kiss. "I love you too."

15 December 2014
Addie's worried about some disease overseas called "Red-Riding-Hood" or something like that, I'm still getting used to Italian and she insists on speaking it all the time. I don't mind though... her voice is lovely speaking its beautiful tones and rolling r's. I hope this new life of ours never ends...

7 March 2015
Something's happening. This disease has apparently been uncontainable to the point that the entire world is at risk. Me and Addie were given masks at the school, and there is now a strict curfew. Riots led to the legislature putting martial law into effect, and the military here guns down anyone on the streets after 8pm. I won't wear the mask. Everyone is being ridiculous. This is exactly the kind of nonsense I left the states to avoid. I've shared my views with Addie. She's going to wear the mask just in case, but she agrees with me.

19 July 2015
Me and Addie are among fourteen people still attending our courses at NYU Firenze... there are only three professors. I still wont wear a mask. I figure I've had good luck so far. But Addie is deathly afraid for me. She wants us to stop going to school. With the number of people dead, it's hard to argue with her. At least the stores still sell food.
Addie had a weird experience today. A man walked out of an alleyway in front of her wearing A hooded robe fashioned out of a bedsheet. Anyways I guess this crazy homeless dude smacked her in the face and ran... Freaking weirdo...

7 October 2015
Addison is dead. Addison is dead. Addison is dead. Addison is dead. Addison is dead. Addison is dead. Addison is dead. Addison is dead. Addison is dead. Addison is dead. Addison is dead. Addison is dead. Addison is dead. Addison is dead. Addison is dead. Addison is dead. Addison is dead. Addison is dead. Addison is dead. Addison is dead. Addison is dead. Addison is dead. Addison is dead. Addison is dead. Addison is dead. It should have been me. Addison is dead. Addison is dead. Addison is dead. Addison is dead. Addison is dead. Addison is dead. I never wore the masks, I should have died and she should have lived. Addison is dead. Addison is dead. Addison is dead. Addison is dead. Addison is dead. Addison is dead. Addison is dead.

I'm hungry but I cant eat. Thirsty but water burns my throat. Tired and yet I can never sleep. I want to die. I want to die. My Addie. My Addie...
 Addison is dead. Addison is dead. Addison is dead.

ADDIE IS DEAD.

1 December 2015
Nearly fourteen months since that day i tempted fate into giving me a new beginning. After Addie died I couldnt live in Florence anymore. The military was gone and the people were in anarchy. Firenze had fallen, fires burning out the city. Ever since I left I have been travelling in a masked hoodie. I found some leather gloves and put those on... I wear these black and silver swimming goggles now. Thick jeans. Combat boots that I've modified a little to let me free-run. My swords are all strapped to my back. My 100lb. draw weight PVC crossbow on my right thigh. My Pencil bolts in a small leather hip quiver on my left side. I don't talk much to people now. I never had time to learn the language and my Rosetta stone software is useless now without power... Everyone speaks Italian. Fucking bullshit.

There was a plane. It had a message saying to head to the town hall of whatever damned city I'm in now. I figure if everyone's headed there, maybe I'll find some people who speak a lick of English.

I get there... There's people, but not alot... I don't know yet how to find anyone who speaks English. Hopefully whoever organized this little sideshow will get us talking soon... and hopefully he'll speak slow enough that I can understand...