Dear Journal

I’m sitting on a roof as I write this. This is my space where I share my utmost private thougthts and fears. Hopefully in years to come if my journal is found it will give some idea what life was like after the outbreak. Who knows, there could be a cure. Perhaps with modern medicine and science they may find a way to stop the infection or even cure the early stages, Which brings me to speak about my unborn. Recently I was in hospital, It was purely exhaustion, I had an exiting trip to scavenge and was able to provide my family with some rare treats and stock up on medicne and food, also I was sitting at the river thinking about life and sharpening my blades on a stone. How times have changed, who’d’ve thunk it. Sugar sitting with her blades, I was never a fighter, I even hate weapons, but it’s a necessary evil… anyway… on this day it was quiet, I let my guard down…the last thing I’d expected was a skinnie to come out of the water, even in the water, the stench was pturid and strong,  I lost my balance whilst scrambling to pick up my blades and before long the skinnie had it’s hand around my leg if it wasn’t for my thick boot’s he’d pierced my skin,  man these skinnies are strong as hell, the fight broke out and my beloved Michael came to my rescue, yanking it off me, as he had his arm around it’s neck it turns to bite Michaels arm. I had a choice..either Michael loses an arm or he becomes a skinnie… so I did what any woman would do to protect her man I, luckily Michael pulled away and I cut the skinnies head off… I learened yet another lesson that day…you cannot …ever…. let your guard down, that’s how dangerous it is now, How sad it is to think on the world wars and the wars faught, and the world has come to this, we are fighting an evil we are not sure we can overcome.

I’m smiling as I write this part, I think on my baby..or babies…and I think that maybe somehow.. Michael and I’s chiled could find the cure. It did sadden me when I was in hospital that my baby was called a creature, some people are horrified at me being pregnant. But I look on it this way. If we decide that no one must have children, the very thought of someone having a baby is unthinkable…then this is the end of our civilization as we know it. We need to look to the future and focus on rebuilding a world without this disease…. and hell yes as soon as my kid is able to walk it will be taught how to lob the head off a skinnie…and besides I have the most amazing family anyone could think of. My brother Jim and my sister Serena and my twin Hoshi, not forgetting my amazing and caring husband Michael, trying to come to terms with his pregnant wifes mood swings and cravings for soda and tomato ketchup.

If you have found this journal and are reading it, then hopefully the world is abetter place and having a baby is joyous and not frowned up and called a creature

Peace out

Sugar and Mini me