John brought me flowers today. All wild, except for one rose he found, growing in an old garden across the complex from our building. I wish he hadn't gone so far on his own, but for a few minutes, it felt like we were dating again.
It's been so long since I've smelled a rose. To be honest, I've never really liked them. They always smelled sharp and bitter to me, like my grandmother's house. But this rose smells like heaven.
I miss the outdoors. I miss going anywhere without walls. We either travel (at night), or steal field trips for brief moments, like John did today. Otherwise, there's always something to do indoors: stockpile supplies, load and care for weapons, treat water, check locks and doors and windows.
I suppose there's only so much I can really expect. As long as the eaters are out there, we'll be in here. At least we can stay put for a while. There's an old well that's not great but at least it's clean. There's plenty of fuel for the generator, and every door here is double reinforced steel. It's interesting that we're holed up in what looks like an old lab, considering a lab is where this whole thing started.
John's calling me. I'll try and write more tomorrow.
