It's been awhile since I was in my classroom, on that fateful day. When the New York I knew that housed my family in it was engulfed in the black terror. I watched with apprehension as the news filtered. As the Army circled. As they irradicated the terror. I watched in a mixture of relief and sadness when the Marines announced that Force Recon had assasinated those responsible, as Delta called in, syaing they killed other conspirators planning to set off more in Houston and Washington.

It has been months of planning. I've acquired many items for my endeavour. And I've decided to keep this journal online, on the hopes someone would read it, and track my progress, as I go deeper into the dead New York.

The title stems from Jules Verne's 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea. It is what I've felt as I lived alone without my family. SO now, on the day of my departure, I've created this journal. I've decided to live in the desolate Island that was once Manhattan. Leaving the so called civilized world that took my family from me.