My name is Nathan Owens, I don't know how long I've been here. I don't know why I'm writing this. I don't know who will read it. First the sun blotted out in an Eclipse, one that didn't end. Our scientists didn't see it coming. Then came the cold. Eventually some sort of grid was atomized into the air absorbing starlight and making it into sun light so life could continue but it wasn't enough to stop the cold. The world froze over. The oceans froze only some animal and plant life lived and it was always a grey shade in the wild always grey. Then there was the explosion. No one knows who set it off or why. Humanity lives in pockets now fearful of each other and what might be out there. It is said some people mutated into walking husks I don't believe it. I miss my wife. I set down the pen and stand up placing the small notebook in my pocket. The wind howls outside and then is still. I walk out of the small make shift shed. Building covered in ice for over 30 years now. Small torches lit here and there. People moving around some don't even remember a life before this. I was 20 when it happened. I run a hand through my salt and pepper hair and sigh. My mother always said I had beautiful blue eyes, but now they are as grey as the world around me.