From the moment I started this blog, I
wanted you to know who we were. I wanted to paint a clear mental picture for
you. Maybe it was the storyteller in me. I wanted you to understand where we
were living and how we were lucky enough to survive this whole thing.
As we are preparing to leave, it is
almost like saying goodbye to an old friend that has sheltered us, kept us
safe, and provided us with a literal boat load of food. I can say that without
hyperbole. We have/had literally a boat load of food.
Part of me is going to be sad to leave
her behind but I am very much ready to move on. Now here comes the tough part. Nolan
Lang, Judy Myers, and Jenny Deffenbaugh are staying behind. They are going to
remain in the store. I am really not cool with leaving people behind but it is
not a bad choice on their part.
With only three people, there is more
than enough food and resources for them to just keep on keeping on. Naturally,
we have agreed to send armed military detachments to claim them if we find an
organized government or military presence or Alex’s DNA hold the key to ending
this whole thing. Their theory is that is safer to let the military come to
them.
Honestly, I don’t think having three
more people on the buses will be the difference between success and failure on
our part. I know a single grain of rice can tip the scales but I feel solid
about our chances even without them. I think their biggest challenge will be
keeping from going stir crazy but I understand their decision.
And they understand my insistence on
getting Alex to the “proper authorities,” especially if he can be a key to a
cure.
We leave tomorrow.
We’ve waited a whole year to get to this
day and suddenly it is tomorrow. So tonight, we are indulging in a very choice
meal and enjoying everyone’s company. Eat, drink, and be merry.
I wonder if anyone sleeps tonight…
More soon.
