This story has been translated from Slavic to English.
The year is 1961.
I have been walking for about 5 hours now. I haven't seen a person for about 3 hours now, it's been tiring. I worry that no one is left, as all I find is yellow flowery plants but no people. I miss my home but I had to get moving, as most of the people in my town had no food to grow. I think I will get lucky, but I think most were burned or buried or something. Watching the buses when it first happened was worrying, they never come out this far and this many. All I find is vehicle's abandoned or building's abandoned or burned down. It's now 5pm, I have made it to an abandoned village, not much is left. I see 3 abandoned buses up the road and looking through the inside, it's just skeletons inside the buses, none of them have anything worthwhile, in terms of food. I have found a house and I looked in through the windows of a house, I hope it's safe inside. I have broken a door and opened it and looking through none has been in here for at most a year. Looking around more in this house there aren't any of those yellow flowery things at least in here. I need to find wood for fire and find oil in any abandoned houses sheds, mostly as it's been cold. I have found oil, all I need now is wood. Walking around this place brings back so many things I miss, back at home. But I mustn't lose track of what I am doing for my village. I have found a shed with wood. I must get to sleep, I'll write more when I wake up. Just had woken up to the sound of a bear. I hear it clawing at the door, I am worried it will make its way in. It's getting louder and hitting the door harder and harder, It's making an awful sound. I don't have a gun or anything with me, I left it by the front door.