I think this is the middle of April at least that is how I remember things today. I am still in the basement and hear absolutely nothing through the door and windows. I am not sure if everyone is still inside to avoid the radioactive fallout or there was only a handful of us who made it. Now that it has been almost a month’s time I am sure my husband and daughter are gone. That was all the family I had left, now I am certain they didn’t make it past the initial blast. I have not yet mourned, there is too much else to worry about now to take that luxury. I have counted and recounted the food down here and it will be hard, but I can make it at least another month before I need to worry about hunting down more food. Maybe I will be rescued by then? Maybe the enemy will capture me before I have to worry. But then I don’t even no for sure who the enemy was… the airwaves have all been silent. What if I am all alone forever? I don’t want to think about it. I think maybe by day 45 I can venture upstairs and see a little more of the world. I would practically kill to listen to some music, it is so quiet.
It is time to scan the windows for signs of life. I have to do that now as I can see the light fading already. I have to hold out hope there is someone good still left out there. Until tomorrow…
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – fallout