Nuclear
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Log #1
Log name: Nuclear
Log date: 2604, November 11
Log owner: Andrew Alman

I don't believe it. We've really done it this time. We probably won't survive this one. The colonists on the other worlds will be the only remnant of humankind. I don't even know why I'm making this log, who's going to read it? Oh well. In case you're a colonist, or some other species studying the human race, the human residents of earth have wiped themselves out. With what, you might ask? Massive nuclear strikes, that's what. Centuries ago, our top minds were making weapons of mass destruction. All of our smartest scientists of the time were making the instrument of our doom. What a great, peace-loving species we are. We are lucky that the government was so paranoid; otherwise we wouldn't have this shelter. So few of us made it down here, though, we had so little time. 100,000 might seem like a big number, but compared to the few-billion people killed in the multiple blasts, it is only a tiny survival rate.

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Log # 2
Log name: disease
Log date: 2604, November 14
Log maker: Andrew Alman
Log coordinates: unknown, elevation at -800 ft.

	Of course, even when you're this far down, radiation can make things go terribly wrong. Diseases have mutated, they no longer respond to any antibiotics, they only become more vicious when exposed to the athleio-sapianinvader-X?, or ASIX. As a field medic for the Earth Association of Armed Thellians and Humans, or EAARTH, it is my duty to analyze these new diseases as best as I can. It is a little known fact, but if the commonly known strep throat virus gets into your blood stream, it will literally liquefy you. It has mutated to the point of complete indestructibility. There is no cure. We have lost thousands, out of a mere 100 thousand survivors. There have been many reports of mutated diseases, but the mutated strep was the worst. I have watched people die, comforted them to the bitter end, watched their eyes widen in unspeakable pain for the lack of pain eliminators. It is worst when they have family and friends close at hand. The diseased victims scream, cry, and plea for me to kill them. They give up on their own lives, but I can't, I won't give up on them. Their whole family gets angry at me, they think I'm withholding a cure, I don't know what to do, I can't take it anymore, I can't I I Ijust, I, I can't take it, *auto end log*
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Log #3
Log name: in a nutshell
Log date: 2604, November 15
Log maker: Johan Alman

	I'll give you our life in a nutshell: pretty dang short. We're not going to last long. Today I awoke to the artificial sunrise, yawned, stretched, and realized I was in an 800 foot deep hole in the ground. Not a pleasant thing to think about in the morning. No one knows what to do; we can't contact anyone in any other shelters, so we can only assume no one else got to their shelters in time. One hundred thousand. Out of the eight point five billion people that stayed on good old earth, only one hundred thousand remain. There was an earth government, so no one knows why the CATA nukes were launched. Some suspect terrorism, conspiracy groups, and even the race known as the Akimbans that no one has heard from since the 2602 terrorist attack on their leader. I don't really care. All that matters now is survival. According to our military and nuclear physics experts, the surface will remain dangerously radioactive for only one year. The CATA nukes were designed for conquest, not making the planet permanently unfit for life. All day today we've been fighting mutated beasts; it feels like we're in a really bad science fiction novel. I'm sorry if I keep jumping around from subject to subject, I'm just really nervous and I feel traumatized. Don't we all, though. Wait a second. My brother [Andrew H Alman] is calling me. *auto end log*

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Log #4
Log name: plans for the surface
Log date: 2605, June 14
Log maker: Andrew Alman
I don't believe it. We've actually got a chance to get out of this hole. Scientists have measured the amount of radiation topside, and they say it is just above the acceptable level for human life. As for the mutated animals, some have actually been tamed, while others have been formally "exterminated" by soldiers, police officers, and any one else with weapon training. It seems like we might survive after all. The first drill ship (the Ray of Hope) will leave tomorrow, since the elevators were destroyed in the blast. Armed soldiers with full armor and radiation suites will be going in case of hostile mutants. There will be sort of an under-ground control, and they will communicate with the Ray of Hope through small seismic waves. I'm really exited; I haven't seen the surface in almost a year.
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Log #5
Log name: SURVIVAL!
Log date: 2605, June 16
Log maker: Andrew Alman
The Ray of Hope hit the surface, and reported all clear to bring up the survivors. I'm making this log as we're heading up, and the captain of this ship, (the Lifeboat,) just announced we'd be breaking the surface soon. I still don't know what we're going to do-everything topside was destroyed. Well, some one higher up on the chain of command probably has some kind of plan that he doesn't feel like sharing with us. -kathunk- We've reached the surface! Freedom! Oh, G-d, what a mess. I-I almost want to be back underground. How do they expect us to live? Making houses out of rubble? Wait a second. That's the captain of the Ray of Hope, and he's dead, killed by a weapon I've never seen before. What are those on the horizon? ZAP! KABOOM! What the?! AAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! *auto end log*