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Dear Diary, Today was a whirlwind of emotions. Coming back for a multi day scavaging trip I was SHOCKED to come home to my new apt and see it flooded… hope my dog Shaggy is ok… I love that guy.  Thought he’d be safer in the apt than on the...

Yesterday, after getting myself to what was supposed to be a safer area than I came from, I am beginning to wonder. Landing yesterday at Arklay, much of the island is flooded. From what little information I have gathered so far, I heard that heavy rains hit the island last...

Well, I can write again now.. when the water started flooding the lower land areas of the Island, I started spending my nights in a more private spot by myself, with most of my things still back at the AES Shelter. By the time it had risen to the level...

Is anyone else having a great bloody day… For no particular reason, I mean? I know I am. Ain’t gotta be a reason, why can’t I just be having a good day? Haven’t got a single clue what to write here this time so… I guess this is gonna be a short,...

Dear, Diary The water is now up to my knees in my trailer, I had to grab some of things I had packed up and store them on dry land along with some other salvageable items. Also AES is about to be submerged two more floors to go all that...

The water’s still rising… not as fast, but kinda like slow and steady, which is still majorly stressful. You can see it now from the caff’s back yard, just beyond the fallen bridge. Getting closer and closer. The goats are still here and I’m seriously thinking Ashes needs to get...

Dear, Diary It’s been awhile since I have wrote in my diary. I took a journey without telling my sisters Jenna and Groovy that I was leaving, knowing that they would try to stop me. However; I knew what I needed to go for myself, I felt like I was...

Sandbags… What the fuck was I thinking? Like seriously! I mean I woke up to water pouring into my room. Dunno if it was Kibbles barking or the shouting outside, but I just grabbed Kibbles and had to like wade and practically swim my way out. Thank fuck I’d packed...

  It’s an unsettling feeling when one is all alone walking up to a run down abandoned shack with what once look like it had life with all the bead laying about then you hear that faint erie call of the infamous black crow sitting there watching you’re every movement...

Time on the Island has been going as best as it can…until the flooding started ..and yes i was trapped in the flood..with the fear of water and anything else that can be in that water, the thought ugh ..yesterday was not fun for me at all …walked out of...