Dear Diary

“You know the worst thing about living in 2253? No flying cars.”

My friend said that to me the day my life went to crap. It is strange that I still remember him saying it after all this time.

Life for me had just started to pan out too. My master’s degree had finally landed me a great paying job as a nanotech bioengineer with a company on the cutting edge of medi-nanite research. To be sure, most of my fat salary went to paying off the mound of debt that got me that science degree. Even so, I had a little extra money in my pocket. Enough for a kickass apartment in South Jordan overlooking the booming city of Salt Lake. I even had a new boyfriend my daughter didn’t despise. Things were looking good.

Until I woke up in a world gone mad.

Still not sure how I ended up here, exactly. I went to work one day, bad things happened, and the next thing I know the human race is little more than rubble.

Alien monsters, bug-brained zombies, invaders from outer space, a deranged government with no care or concern for anyone but themselves – not the best welcoming committee for a girl who is used to having just a bit more modern-day conveniences. God, I miss air-conditioning!

On the plus side, I met a really cute guy.