Day 10. Our security
has been established. We are starting to get into a fairly comfortable routine.
I really believe that people are creatures of habit and once we get that
routine and that continuity established, the better off we will be. I took some
time alone on top of the produce cooler when Alex was up on the roof for one of
his training lessons with Kasondra and Fred. I am not the first person to find
that quiet place where you can be alone. Janet has the office. Kim and Jennifer
have the pharmacy. There is the store director’s office. The storage hallway
where the HBC back stock is kept. You don’t have to look too far. I broke down
and just had a good old fashion cry this morning.
My dad is stationed
with Flight Safety over in Germany. He bounces back and forth between Rammstein
AFB and London teaching Air Force pilots how to fly aircraft. Catching him on
the phone was hard enough BEFORE the grid when in the crapper. Has this virus –
this plague – spread worldwide?
What about my sister
in Oklahoma City and her three kids? My cousins down in Broken Arrow? My aunt
and uncle in Washington D.C.? The whole Mathews clan out in California? I mean
is everyone dead? Could this thing have spread across the whole globe? We have
not seen or heard aircraft. We have not seen military convoys rolling along the
highways… and Fred and Kasondra are in the National Guard. Their unit is out of
Muskogee, which the way it works, there is Langley to Adair. Head south and
then it is Pryor, then Chouteau, then Wagoner, then Muskogee. It is about an
hour tops from Adair. And we have not seen anything. Maybe they have been
dispatched out to quarantine Tulsa. Who knows?
I think the worst
thing is the lack of all knowledge. We don’t how this started, what caused it,
or where it all began. If I imagine this like those maps that you see in movies
where their paint the U.S. red to show how the contagion is spreading out, we
don’t know if we are in the middle of the spread or if the color just washed
over us.
Is this something
that is contained to a single area or is it freaking everywhere? I try not to
think about the dire consequences. I don’t want to be a Vincent Price or a Will
Smith or a Ving Rhames waiting out the inevitable as the last vestiges of
humanity.
But that cannot be
it. I mean, we are a bunch of shmoes who stayed safe by reaching out and
locking the door. Sure, we had a few guns to help stem the tide but this is
America. No, this is ‘Merica! Guns are freaking everywhere. You mean to tell me
there isn’t a high rise in a major metropolis that didn’t just shut off the
elevators and barricade the doors?
Military bases are
loaded with tanks and enough automatic weapons to occupy France and they are
staffed by born and bred killers. They were all overrun by shambling dead? No
way. If we survived, others did too.
I believe in the Year
One Plan. We just have to gut it out. More information will come. I guess the
only difference is that I think about my mom. Was she better off passing away
before this nightmare reared its bitch of a head?
