John’s diary

Day 380 - Spirits are high even with the constant moving. I'm not sure how long she will be able to keep up at this pace, and I worry if we have to move quickly, but for now, or at least the past few weeks, it has been quiet. I won't say too quiet, don't want to jinx...

Day 873....i have not created a fantasy world....i have simply remade ours...

Day 67....i can still taste the ashes in my mouth. the remnants of my previous life. Forgive me Gloria for destroying what was once ours but I could not bare it. Why should it remain when you are gone, lost to me but forever next to me. My fingers slip through yours...

Day 564.....i need a chemist. it hurts, painful. i need medication and antiseptic before it goes septic. Ford knows what dieseases they now carry. I was stupid. I need a chemist. Before, in the old days, I would have said a hospital, but there are too many doors, too...

Day 135....day three in this garage. i can hear them moving around outside. Something has drawn their attention but  i have being quiet, made such little sounds. If i knew there was a pack of them in this town, I would have never stopped. But that's the problem. They...

Day 56 ..... i hitched up a trailer to my car today. I need to carry more. Some towns are full of things like I need, like food and fuel, and other towns are stripped bare. It's like a wave that broke across the land. Those closest to the crash were dragged away in an...