Earth's Survivors Home In The Valley

Candace's Journal

My man is on my mind. I miss him so much and I want to be able to share the news about the babies with him, and I'm scared. I am. Annie told us what it is really like out there. I can't let my thoughts get away from me. I can't start imagining things, making more out of it than there is. But the things that are right out there are bad enough. It's one thing to hear on the radio that the streets of New York City or Los Angeles are over run with the dead. And an entirely different thing to hear that someone you love has been attacked. To see the results in a young woman that has lost an arm. To go past hearing to knowing.

It's only been a week, how am I going to last a month or a month and a half? I just hope they find what they need and come home early. I also hope they don't meet any crazies. I don't know what I would do if something happened to Mike.

The ones that Craig and the others met with have put that into my head. Another worry on top of the dead and a plain old accident of some sort. Those things are out there, I just don't want them to touch my world.

I had crayfish and Mollusks tonight. Arlene calls them Craw Dads. I had never had them before, man are they ever good? And I think the babies liked them too, so I ate some extra. After all I'm eating for the three of us. Or maybe the three of us are just pigs!

Good luck to you, Cindy. Baby come home. God, are you listening?