Today I decided that sitting in the basement all day, being scared of something that’s not even out there, was stupid. It’s been a few days since I last made a post here, and I haven’t left the house since. However, today I found my mothers carkeys and drove into the city. I actually saw a moose on my way towards the city (Oslo). This is the first sign of life I’ve seen, except for birds, since it happened.

When I got into the city, my first thought was to see if I could find my mother. I didn’t think I’d find anything, but oh was I wrong. She worked in this huge office building down at the docks, and since the door was locked when I got there, I had to break the glassdoor. There was no lights on inside… it was like taken out of some movie. There was a horrible rotting smell there too, and I can only assume that it was bodies.

After climbing the 7 stories, I found the floor my mother was working at. She was sitting in her chair, as she always was… next to the window. There’s no way I can know if she dies peacefully… and somehow, I wasn’t crying. I think I already knew what I was gonna find when I entered that building, and I had already cried my guts out a good few weeks since the event that did this… I still have no freaking idea what happened.

I’m hoping that I’ll be able to find some clues as to what happened after I went to bed that night… but I am no doctor, and I do not have any education that can help me figure this out… so unless someone spells it out for me, I probably won’t find out… and since I’m all alone, I should just give up right now. This is hopeless.

What will I do? Well, I’ll be waiting here in my house untill I die… if not anyone helps me first.

Several weeks ago, I woke up after a what seemed to be a good nights sleep… everything seemed normal, albeit a bit quite, and I got up and got ready for work as usual. I went to the bus-stop, so that I could get to work… however, after waiting there, alone, for about 45 minutes, I decided that the bus wasn’t coming.

I went over to “Spar”, the general store right up the street, to see if someone there knew why the bus wasn’t coming. It seemed a little odd that there was no one at the counter, as Spar was usually open around that time… actually, the entire store was empty. Not a living soul left. At the time, I didn’t notice the dead man behind the counter…

I got my bag and started walking back home, while I tried to call my boss to tell him that I wasn’t coming, due to the lack of a bus. Of course, as you know, the phone didn’t work… well, it did, but no one picked up. I dial my moms number, to see if she knew anything… at the time, she was at work… I think. Again, of course, no one picked up. I tried a couple of times before I gave up. It was at this time that I started to notice the fact that I hadn’t seen a living person since last night, which ironically enough was Christmas Eve.

It’s now five weeks later, and I’ve yet to see a living person. There’s a good bunch of dead ones though, but I’ve cleaned up places I visit frequently, such as the store. I’ve seen several animals, even though my three cats are missing. I’m hoping to find them all before I drive to Sweden, to see how things are over there. Hopefully I’ll find someone who can help me.

To sum things up: After the 24th of December 2012, everyone but me was dead. I don’t know what the heck caused this, and I have no idea what to do, than to try and go on with my life. To add another layer to the awfully horrible cake, this is the only website that’s willing to open in my browser. Don’t ask me why, but for some reason, NONE of the other websites I’ve tried has worked yet…

I’m writing this blog in the hopes that someone will read it and come to save me… that is, if there’s even anyone left out there.

This is Christian Alfons, probably the only survivor in Norway… anyone there?