Day 409: The trauma’s been too much. Since the incident at the house, none of us have been in a very good mood. The kid doesn’t talk, Lindy doesn’t smile, Jake just gets more irritating by the day. I snap at everybody. I hate how weak I’ve become. A year ago I was a strong, [...]

Day 407: Everything has gone to hell in a handbasket. This is hard to write. It all started with Lindy’s arm swelling up. Apparently there’s a little laceration where some of her skin ripped when that Thing broke her arm. It’s infected. Seeping, inflamed, and it smells horrible. I think it has something to do [...]

Day 403: They attacked the house last night. Six of Them. We got away, thank God, but at a price. One of them got Lindy by the arm and broke it. My God it was horrible. It was the middle of the night, we were all asleep in the same bedroom with some of the [...]

Day 400: I didn’t write yesterday, and it’s a pity. I feel like I should apologize for my last few entries… I haven’t been feeling myself lately. But now I’ve been brought back to my senses–here’s how. We’ve found a place to stay for a while. It’s not much, but it’s a place to make [...]

Day 398: Three days. No sign of Joe. The food’s completely gone. Lindy’s getting worse. Jake is annoying me. There isn’t any water. The map’s gone. We’re in the middle of the desert. I just don’t know what to think any more. The boy is the only thing that makes all this bearable. He’s in [...]