| Amelia LePine | Elementary Student | Shelter 001 |
First Spring, day 45:
Kevin still hasn’t come back from… wherever. I don’t know where, because he never tells me anything. Are all big brothers so frustrating and worrisome? How am I supposed to help him if he’s in trouble, huh? What a jerk-ass. He probably just left like he did back then. No good-byes, no explanations… just gone in the middle of the night. Well, screw you Kevin LePine! Some half-assed brother you turned out to be! I was better off on my own, anyways! The food will last longer!
I’m not so sure about the gas though. I built the generator in the basement with a much bigger engine than I’d originally intended. On the plus side, it’s filling up the battery much faster than the original blueprint would have. On the down-side, I may have to start making more frequent trips into the city in order to stockpile enough gas to make it through the winter. There’s still a bit at the station where I got the last can, but there’s also three other stations on the west side of town I haven’t even touched. I’ve marked 'em with an exclamation point on the map, so I don’t forget. There’s also a couple gun stores over there… but I don’t know. My last couple of hauls from those places were kinda… disappointing? There’s never enough ammo that I can actually use, and the security is always a pain in the ass to get through. Last time, I just plowed straight through the back wall with a car… dove out at the last second, like in that ‘Joseph Caine’ book I was reading last night! Yeah, tucking and rolling might keep you from breaking your neck… but it still hurts like hell.
All of this is hypothetical, of course. Today’s a total waste. I’m too sore from moving around all those mechanical components to do anything more strenuous than go outside and take a crap. I haven’t even gotten up the energy to walk across the room and COOK something for breakfast. I’ve been munching on graham crackers and sipping room-temperature coffee ever since I woke up. This is patheti-… hold that thought!
Joey’s on the radio! I’ve got to go take this. Don’t worry, though… I’ll get back to you later. Promise.
Happy Armageddon!