This morning, a majority of the remaining Wulffpost staff voted to leave the offices and search for shelter with better prospects for survival. There were five of us. Four left, taking the provisions as per our agreement to do things as a group. My decision to stay was respected, but I could not demand any more than a meager share of food and water. The batteries, weapons and everything else of value in this new world are gone.
Why stay? To post news into a void? To wait for scavengers to come looking for food and find only me? To die?
We will survive this apocalypse. By “we” of course, I mean the human race, not you and I. Some human beings somewhere will survive, but you and I are going to die. When you know this, you think about what matters and what you love. I love journalism, so I stayed to die with it.
Whoever may read this, I hope you have the honor of dying with the thing you love.