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My name is David. If you've made it into the city and have discovered this torn up book, then I am already dead.
I am begging you, take this note to someone important, get it copied and preserved. Don't forget me like everyone else has.

I was only twelve when the first Kaiju appeared.

It was such a gorgeous day. There was only a handful of white, puffy clouds in the sky. I can still remember my mom saying: "Look sweety, that one looks like a rabbit!" I still can't believe that I've forgotten what my own mother looked like, but that cloud-bunny is burned into my memory.

We were sitting on the balcony of one of the upper hotel floors. We had a nice view of the city to our left, and the ocean to our right. We were just sitting there, minding our own business when the table started shaking. In fact, the whole city was shaking.

Then, the ocean seemed to roll and bubble like it was alive, and out from the depths came the first monster. So far, its been the only Kaiju I've been unfortunate enough to get a good look at.

And I won't soon forget it. The thing was so surreal, so... Impossible. Something like that shouldn't be able to exist, at least that's what I tell myself.
But it was there, and I saw it destroy New York City.

The thing was like a lizard the size of a building. It spat fire and brought entire city blocks to ruin with swipes of its tail. I heard a few people scream out: "Reptilidon!" And then their voices were drowned out by the sound of swinging blades.

Moments later, (as if they knew it was coming), military helicopters dropped in and opened fire, heedless of civilian casualties. Bombs were dropped, bullets fire from every angle, I think I even saw a tank or two! It was absolute chaos.

My mother picked me up and ran. We escaped the building and met up with my father. My older brother Simon was nowhere to be found, so my mom ran back in to look for him. That was when the hotel was destroyed.

A jet-black helicopter was struck by the Kaiju and went careening into the building, and that was that. I know it's a huge cliche, but I didn't even get to say goodbye.

My grief-stricken father and I fled, and once New York was put under a sort of military quarantine we were forced to survive in the rubble. More Kaiju would arise and do battle with one another, but we learned how to avoid them. We learned how to clean wounds, how to find clean water after it rains, how to stay calm and hide when bandits come near your hiding spot. We learned all this without anyone else's help, and years later when my father died, I learned how to keep on surviving on my own.

Without a family, without friends, without even someone to talk to I scrawl these words on this page. If you are still in the alleyway where I dropped this book off, dig in the dirt behind the empty garbage can until you find the piece of scrap metal I carved my families name into.

It says:
"She was Anna
He was Simon
He was Daniel
I am David"

Now, no matter what happens to me, I will be content. I've written down the most important names I know, and with this book safely stowed away, my life and the lives of my loved ones will live on in words forever.

Even if the whole world burns, it was once written

I am David