It has been about a week since I last wrote in here…
Since then, attempts to leave the city have been futile and it seems as if there is no hope of survival. I have, however, secured a vehicle that runs, but chaos has engulfed the city so bad that it is suicide to leave the house, which we have successfully been able to board up and made a living quarter in the refuge of our basement — just in case there is a situation that arises while we sleep.
I haven’t heard any radio broadcasts in two days, but the last one stated that two thirds of the continental United States is lost. According to the broadcast, D.C. was hit hard. The president and most of the govern bodies of Congress were killed by the onslaught of the infected, and as a last ditch effort to repress the virus, the military fire bombed the city with napalm. The only safe havens that remain are the plains of Nebraska, Alaska and the isolated islands of Hawaii. The government has fallen and their last ditch effort was to impose Marshall Law, but it made no difference. The policing agencies that are supposed to “police” us have disbanded and now the country is in a state of anarchy. It’s everybody for themselves at this point.
The kids are taking this better than I had expected, although they have yet to see first hand the plaque that is infecting our world. Abigail, my oldest at 10 years old, is starting the realize the severity of the situation and has helped out with taking care of the younger two girls, Emily who is three and Alyson who is 1. I don’t think I would be able to handle this with five children without her help because she helps keep the other kids calm and quite, and for that I am truly grateful.
Two days ago, my youngest son Aiden asked if I would be able to go and save their mother and have her come out of town with us. While their mother and I have chosen different paths, I took it into consideration the emotions and well-being of the children and decided to sneak out of the house last night to see if she could be saved, only to report that what I walked into at her house was anything but pretty. Her body, along with the body of her boyfriend, were scattered across the inside of the house. It was like walking into the workshop of Leather-face, the villain of the Texas Chainsaw Massacre movies. I have yet to report the events to my children. I fear that they will not take the news very well and that they may compromise our presence to those things that are roaming the streets. We will wait here and hold up until the chaos dissipates a bit and make our way out of the city. My main fear is that it may be too late to do anything by then.
I have secured enough provisions to last us for weeks and sternly remind the kids of the importance of being quite, even in the confines of our house. If they find out that we are in our house, we are surely dead. They may be mindless souls wondering the streets, but they outnumber us by the thousands and we would stand no chance against a mass a fraction of that size. So we wait, and we survive.