John thought he saw a pack of eaters in the woods today. We hope they were just passing through, but he put us on lockdown and turned off the generator just in case. Not until a little after dusk did he feel safe turning it back on. It wouldn't make any sense for them to be after us; we were so careful to cover our tracks. We thought they all went after the rest of the family.
My family.
I hate that we left them. John keeps telling me we had no choice, and I believe that. If we wanted to live, we had no choice. I still wonder if we should have stayed and died or been turned with them. Part of me has, since this whole thing began, wanted to just give up and die like the sane eaters. At least I wouldn't have to worry about it anymore.
Finding this ancient computer has given me new hope. Even if no one's listening, I can still write down what's happening.
I'll try to post most days. Unless something happens.
