That was unexpected.

Today, sixty-eight days after the Outbreak, I gave my first confession since this whole thing started.

I was brought up as a good Catholic girl, went to a school with nuns that wore wimples whilst we had the plaid skirts, ties and blazers.  Church every Sunday.  And whilst between you and me….I was never so much into the praying and more interested in the crosses and holy water as undead preventatives, even before anyone else believed in them, but I was brought up to have this deep faith instilled in me.

Without that faith, I may not have made it this far.

Everytime I’ve been by the old Arklay church there’s been no-one there, but today, out of the blue there’s a praying Nun and a Spanish Priest who both just rolled into Arklay and are looking to make it a home.

I guess that was a sign to get things off my chest, so I unloaded, and here are my sins:

– 5 or 6 or maybe 7 deaders killed

-Pre-marital sex twice

-Engaged to be married to a guy and a girl, so I think that’s bigamy.

-Use of contraception

-1 dead old pervo

-I’m also the pushy Queen of slut-town

I’m not sure how Father Frank or Sister Theresa feels, but I’m definitely a lot better now that I got that dark cloud from around my head.

Sins. They gather around us like dirt and dust.

Sometimes it’s good to wash them all away.