UNIVERSIDAD AUTÓNOMA DEL ESTADO DE MÉXICO

ENGINEERING SCHOOL
-CIVIL ENGINEERING
-MECHANICAL ENGINEERING
-ELECTRONIC ENGINEERING

STUDENTS:
ALONSO VELAZQUEZ ANA JULIETA
FLORES RETANA DAVID ENRIQUE
RUBIO GOMEZ VICENTE
HERNANDEZ PEREZ ALFONSO ALEJANDRO

TEACHER:
LIZETH FABIOLA DE LA ROSA MENDOZA

PROJECT’S NAME:

TELL ME A STORY.

MARCH 04TH, 2021

 PROJECT: TELL ME A STORY.
Name: The Diary.
Genre: Thriller, Suspense, Action.
Place: A post-apocalyptic world where countries no longer exist.
Characters:
1. THE SISTER: She is the starring and the one who is narrating the story
from her diary. Small, brunette, and good looking. She is bold; she’s
got courage and has no fear for anything, not even death.
2. THE BROTHER: He stays by the side of the starring. He is tall, brunette
and very protective over his sister.
3. HIM: “Savior” and part of the plot twist.
4. THEM/THEY: Ugly people, with putrefact skin. Infected by the virus,
red eyes, grey skin and visible veins with color of coagulated blood
5. HER LOVE: Late girlfriend and part of THE SISTER’S memories. Small,
cute, lovely.
6. MOM: Late mother of the siblings. Part of THE SISTER´S MEMORIES.
7. DAD: Late father of the siblings. Part of the memories.
 THE DIARY
It was April 3rd of 2022 and this was the last thing I wrote. My brother and I had
been running away from THEM for about an entire year and he protected me
since then. The frontiers had disappeared, many people had died and the only
thing that prevailed was hopelessness. I remembered 2020 and the gradual
advance towards our doom; first a simple hand washing, then quarantine, a
pandemic, and the end of the life as we used to know. A few survived, but it does
not mean that they were saved from death because THEY made sure of annihilate
them all one by one. Everything was devastating.

It was April 3rd of 2022 and I found somewhere to hide that lasted a little less time
of what took me to finish writing this. We were exhausted, hungry, defeated, we
just fell asleep, our bodies could not take it anymore, I was scared… I had to hide
him, to protect him. All I had left was my brother and this diary that was the only
thing that kept me sane. THEY had taken enough from me, THEY got rid of
mom and dad, got rid of my love… They… the ugliest people i've ever seen, with
putrefact skin. Infected by the virus, red eyes, grey skin and visible veins with color
of coagulated blood. THEY would not take my brother, I did not let it happen.

He was resting in my lap and with every breath he took, I felt how his life was
leaving his body and my soul was aching because I knew I could not do a thing
to stop it. We had not eaten for a very long time and we ran out of water since the
day before. Soon THEY would find us and the only thing I could think about was of
the way we used to be before the end; I was recalling my love before THEY took
her away from me, before THEY took away her life, her warmth and the amity and
tenderness she transmitted to me as soon as I sat eyes on her. I remembered
mom and dad and the kind and happy young man my brother used to be, I wanted
to see him smile once again. THEY had arrived, and his life was already gone.

When everything seemed to be lost among hundreds of rubble and scrub, HE

emerged as if it were a miracle; HE helped us to scape and took us to a haven
where my wounds were healed with his help, but… Unfortunately, my brother didn
´t make it, and today I am here because of him and his endless love towards me. It
was an April 3Rd of 2022 and I swore that someday I would avenge him, his death
won´t be in vain.