If someone, somewhere, is reading this-- most of North America is dead,
as far as we can tell. Maybe most of the world. If you're reading this,
please respond. Please let us know someone else is out there.
I'm not cut out for this. John says I'd never have made it without him, and he's right. If I didn't have him, I would have been one of the first to go.
I'm an elementary school teacher. Not a survivor. Well; I guess I'm a survivor now. I never cared about guns and water and food and shelter and staying normal before. I never had to worry about where I'd find those things, or how long I'd have them. They just were. And now they're not.
It makes me sick. So many lives lost, or transformed, or mashed into the same horrid existence John and I lead.
I don't know why I'm typing this into an empty internet. If you're reading this, you either understand or don't care. Maybe I just need to put it out there. Maybe I want to record what happens next, in case someone looks back at all of this one day and wants to know more.
I like that second reason the best. It means that someday the world will be back to the way it was. I can't say it will be normal. Normal has a new meaning now.
I'll update when I can.
