Hello and welcome to the newest creation - a blog. It's simple, just here so that I can catalog
what is happening in the world. I'm also
keeping a hard copy, just in case something happens and we lose power as
well. I'm just extremely lucky in the
fact that my cell phone is able to reach up to satellites and I can get a WiFi signal.
Oh, just so people know, my real name is Abigail
Williams. Brown hair, blue eyes, normal
looking outside of that. I was a bit on
the chubby side, but that's gone away, considering nothing is as it was. Also, I'm 18 years old. Old enough to be considered for the military,
but mom said they'd have to get by her first.
She's no fun.
About a year ago, there was a terrorist attack in New York
City. At least, that's what the news
called it. This guy in the subway had a
paper bag with a cup inside and he stepped on it. Inside that cup was an air born version of
small pox, a virus that has been dead since 1979. Did you know that some labs are insane enough
to actually make a virus so we'd have it around? Also, nobody has been vaccinated since the
70s either. So we were kind of screwed
when that guy decided that it was worth it enough to step on that small cup and
kill a lot of people.
Funny thing though.
The dead didn't stay dead. It
seemed that, with this smallpox virus, there was an added zombie element. It's like "surprise, zombies!" and
everyone who is surviving of the disease is all "run away! run away!" so we're only really allowed
to travel in daylight. And I don't know
if a bite makes you into a zombie. I
don't stay around when someone gets bit and I don't usually see them again. So I'm going to vote that the bite just kills
you. Lovely. So we got to not get sick, not get run down
by zombies, and I'm blogging the end of the world.
Now that we've got through that little introduction, today
was a bit of fun. Mostly because I got
to learn how to shoot a bow. Dad said
that it's quieter than a gun and you'll scare off the animals you're trying to
hunt less. I think it's a win / win,
honestly. I'm getting better. This morning I couldn't hit the broad side of
the barn and, by the evening, I was at least hitting the target. Dad said that we'll try more tomorrow,
although we're low on food. So tomorrow
is more likely going to be the day after tomorrow. As long as he comes back, I don't really
care. I've got a special duty though - I
get to make sure that mom and my two younger brothers don't die.
Not that it's really all that great of a duty. Mom knows how to fight like nobody's
business, but that's because she's got training. She won't say from where or when, but we used
to move a lot when I was really young. She's
been wondering why nobody has really been tracking us. I'm not sure if I can believe her or if she's
insane. I'm going towards believing her,
mostly due to the fact that she killed a bobcat with a shot through the
eyes. See, Jackson, the youngest of my
two brothers, decided that he needed
to go exploring. No good reason, just
that he had to find something to do. And
he comes back running and screaming with a bobcat on his heels. Mom just stood up, cocked the gun, shot the
cat, and then sat back down.
It was like Jason Bourne cool. Plus, we got cat meat for dinner. I didn't really like it though.
But today was just archery and learning to shoot. And not being able to hit anything until the
light was fading and we had to come in.
There was a nice dinner waiting for us - mostly veggies, fruits, cheese,
and bread - but there was the locking of the doors and windows.
So, about the house - the front door is made of steel. It stops anything from getting in that
way. Same with the back door -
steel. After the steel door is the
normal door that we use in the daytime.
Steel bars on the windows - they can break them on the outside, but
can't really get into anything.
Fireplace always has a fire at night, even in the summer. Even though we have all of that, one of the
adults is always up. I take first shift
- really first and half of second, cuz that's when I get tired - and I get
online. Websites are still up - would
die without YouTube - and there are other people that blog to show that we're
still alive.
So, dinner was good, but it was a bit meager. That's how I know that dad's going to go hunt
tomorrow. Honestly, it's a good thing,
but I also feel really uneasy about it.
As of right now, none of the zombies have been out in the daylight, but
what is that changes? What if there's an
animal that decides he's the tasty one and he gets hurt? And what if there are people nearby but
they're not the kind you want to have around - the murderers and thieves and
everything else.
Dad says to pray. Mom
laughs at that though. I think she's
even more of an atheist than she was before.
Not that it is a bad thing, but she doesn't put up with dad saying Grace
anymore. I say it in my head - I think
Dad does too - but she won't let it be said.
It's just one of the smaller things that I miss about pre-virus. But I should probably finish this up and go
fully over to chat. People are bugging
me to talk to them and I should probably be nice and answer instead of
antisocial.
Until tomorrow or the day after - longer than that - try the
mobile.
xxx
