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You flip ahead a few entries to a new section of the diary.

June 2, 2012

Today, Sam Henderson made it back to the cabin with an abundance of food. He traded his pick-up truck to a FEMA camp officer in exchange for what is likely a few weeks worth of food. Society is already devolving. Money is worthless, but food is gold. Medicine is platinum. Water is still plentiful, but that's only because of the frequent rainstorms, which we collect in bins on the roof. We're extremely hungry, so Sam and Debbie are making a huge meal despite the urge to ration our food. They say we need to maintain some degree of our humanity, and having a nice family meal will restore our physical and mental energy.

I just want to find my husband and son. I'll go out looking again tomorrow.

June 4, 2012

In the past two days, life has been flipped upside down.

I went out looking for Nick and Tommy early in the morning. I left Abby and Anthony with Sam and Debbie. I had no choice. Couldn't exactly bring them with me as I travel through the woods searching for my husband and son. Made little progress. Came across a died-out campsite but had only minutes to examine it as two infected found me. I fled and got away. Thank God.

Made it back to the Henderson's cabin around 2 pm. No one was there. Checked the whole house. Found Sam dead in the upstairs bedroom. His arm was torn open at the bicep and a bullet hole was in his forehead. I can't worry about that now. Not only have I lost my husband and son but now my daughter and baby.

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A shadow crosses the window and breaks you momentarily from reading the tale.

Do you continue reading?