Those I was closest to have perished. Some to disease, others were consumed by those infected. It's difficult to push forward. Everything appears lost, impossible, and pointless. Occasionally I'll bump into another survivor when breaking into an abandoned building to stay the night, but we never form relationships. Just exchange information about what's out there, where the infected seem to be migrating, then we sleep a restless few winks. Sometimes they will be gone when I awake, and other times I'll slip out while they are fast asleep. Just bodies floating through the city, hoping to avoid contact with the illness, the sick, or the sadness losing another relationship brings.
This is what it feels like using imageboards in 2017.
No home, no family, no friends, and everyone else jas been infected by the plague known as "what's so wrong about crossposting on reddit and tumblr?"