Wow, I can say that the energy around the city is so good. Besides seeing a few reanimated infected organisms running around and thieves, I can say I love it here.

Today, there was an open invite to an anniversary party for a gentleman named Ben. The get-together was held in a bar where everything was decorated in balloons and streamers. Of course, there was cake which was very moist and sweet. It seemed homemade.

The only thing that sadden me was that party decorations reminded me of the past. I threw my son his last birthday party a few years ago, before…you know… the outbreak. I miss his smile and gleefulness whenever he opened his presents or indulge in the finest store bought birthday cake from the grocery store.

I hope I do see my son again. Hopefully he’s alive and well along with my husband before we got separated.

A girl can hope, can’t she?