There is a little town in Chernarus. It's a terraced town with small streets from the central street to side alleys. There is a railway station on the western side with a field next to it. A few farms are situated on northern banks of the Horin river which is flowing past the village. To the east of the town stretches the forest with a marsh nearby. There is a castle on the top of the hill, on the western side of the town.It was a high hot afternoon. The forest sent some short cool signals to the town. Their shadows were projected on the road and the road became darker, but very hot. The road was the only road in town, and it was divided into two-one-way direction. It was divided by the trees. In between the two trees were a dilapidated yellow dog's house. In between the two trees was a light iron snowboard. It seemed to be abandoned there for a long time.My name is Dean. I am forty-two years old and I live in a town called Evistown. As of today, there are forty-nine other people in Evistown still living also. Everyone else has died. I'm not sure how many people lived here before, but before it happened, we were told there were over a hundred of us – excluding any children. This is a record of what happened. I am writing this because when I read about what happened, I lost count and I cannot be sure of any of the rest myself.
The town that used to live here and be called Evistown, is the smallest town in the world. We are located in a place called USA. Now, you may be thinking 'we have bigger towns than Evistown!' But Evistown is by far the smallest town in the world. The place should be known as 'the tiniest town in the world'. You see, of course, there are thousands of larger places. Places like London, Berlin, New York, Paris, or just about anywhere in any kind of city. There is one difference between a city and Evistown. The height of Evistown is nine feet (3 meters for the metric system users). This is because America is a place that values wars and we had a bunch of them in the recent few years.
There is a reason why I can write this. I am a journalist and I write to log my reports consisting of words such as 'dog', and 'cat', as well as 'Sea', and 'Italy'. I write my reports in a journal and secure it in my safe. I only write down enough to show to my visitors, so I don't fill in huge pages every day. I enjoy a quite life, and I like to stay out of history. I wish nothing happened to me or my town. I'm afraid they are just going to get written down.
It's been a couple of days since the whole world kind of stopped. All the news channels have been buzzing about nothing. Thousands of people went silent and didn't say a word. There was a total lack of communication instantly. The humans packed their belongings in a hurry and evacuated as the term 'evacuation' is used often for such emergencies. The people also left their homes in Evistown too. We were told that we were being safe from whomever. The men in charge of Evistown said that we didn't need guns as everything would be under control but people are still being killed every hour.
Since Evistown surrounds a river, our river has closed. We can't return to the town to retrieve our belongings. I do wish that we could return to the town as it would be nice to share our thoughts over a freshly made brew of tea.
