Blog Entry . August 17, 2076 . Three years have passed since the nuclear attack . The first half of the day I spent on the search for survivors . At the same time looking out the glass. Not so easy to find a whole is not damaged by the blast glass. It's getting cold . Procured a couple of cans of canned meat and something of the tools . Two weeks have passed since I left the shelter. I never cease to transmit a signal to eight frequencies. I was beginning to lose hope that in this part of the world were survivors. I never dreamed that this evening would change my life . Studying bags found with drugs , I felt some attraction. Involuntarily I glanced up . And through the mist I saw him ...