Meanwhile, there are a few other survivors to get to know as they are about to be a part of Bob’s and Sue’s stories. Right now they are a few days away from meeting. Lets see what they are upto, shall we?
Dear Diary, I turn 21 tomorrow and I’m traveling with a couple of mean guys who found me hiding. I heard them and smelled them almost as fast. They keep me as their slave. I don’t need to keep repeating stuff I already wrote. Anyway here I am sprawled out on an old mattress inside some abandoned house. I’m hungry. We haven’t been eating good (well?), as they are fond of moaning about almost constantly. Before they found me I wasn’t much better off. But at least I could do what I wanted and when I wanted to do it. You don’t want to know what I’ve been eating. They at least don’t have energy to rape me as much anymore.
Dear Diary, I spoke too soon. They took turns raping me again. John always goes first. He’s the leader.
I’m the only one who keeps a diary.
Dear Diary, we ate today. Rummaged through a grocery store again. This time we loaded the vehicles to overflowing. The remote vehicles needed a little more finesse w/the extra weight.
Dear Diary, well I think I’m going to try and escape today. I’ll grab one of the cars in the parking lot we are in. I just hope they are unlocked and ready to go. All gassed up and whatever else. Just because I’m a girl doesn’t mean I can’t take care of myself. They keep telling me I’m better off w/them. I don’t think so.
Earlier today I started a new notebook. My diary as I call it. But I guess its childish to address it each time. I’ll enter the date at the top...maybe from now on.
Like so,
3/15/34, now what?
3/22/34, well I am bored so I guess I’ll read another book as we’re in the Library of Congress. Millions of books and much more here. Maybe I’ll be able to skitter away while they’re busy looking around.
