Dear Diary,

If you’re not my diary, and you’re reading this, I guess it means I’m dead- that is, if there’s anyone still out there. I don’t know. I don’t know what happened. I was watching TV and then it just switched off. Next thing I know there’s a plane in the front garden. Things are getting warped. Emma said that the sky over her neighbour’s house is a swirling purple. Everyone I’ve talked to has said their parents are dead. It just happened. Dad just fell to the floor and his coffee fell over the floor. I properly panicked and when mum wouldn’t wake up I ran outside. Cars were crashing EVERYWHERE. They’re all dead. I had to go and get my neighbour’s baby from their car. What it looks like is that my generation – our generation – is the only one left.
There’s no food left in the fridge so me and baby Tim are going to see if the Tesco got stuck with its doors open.

-Jess