It’s only been 3 days since I’ve entered Arklay, but I already feel like I have found a safe place to call home… Ha, safe, how sad that in these times safe can even be used to describe anything, but anything is safer then where I was. My only hope is if my husband is still alive, he somehow finds his way here to me…. my hope for that continues to dwindle each day, I know he didn’t survive the attack, and if he did what are the chances surviving this long alone, he never was as skilled as me in living off the land.

I have found ways to distract myself, got a job at the pub, still learning the ropes, but I have become very handy at moping, and wiping down the counters and glasses… even tried my hand at the purifier yesterday. I also was able to find an apartment, its not much but I was able to scrounge up some furniture and build myself a little sanctuary.

I’ve been scavenging and searching, but my hunger and thirst seem to still be getting the better of me at times, not to worry though, now that I have a job and am able to pull my weight I know things will continue to look up for me.

I haven’t made to many “friends” yet, but having people to talk to at the pub sure makes me feel more welcomed each day….

This is living, or what we have left of it I suppose, but it is definitely worth the work, tomorrow keeps looking a little brighter, I even find my smile is beginning to return.  I will just continue to be grateful that I have survived another day!

Vic~