Mr Robinson found them. They are all at the school now. Dad and Mr Robinson talked for a while about the school. It sounds like it is a good place to settle when everyone leaves their shelter. Mr Robinson says it is really big. Molly, Mr Robinson’s oldest daughter, gave Will some medicine to help him feel better. Mrs Robinson made a broth that Molly is slowly feeding Will. It sounds like he is already doing so much better. No one is worried that he won’t make it anymore. Beth is also eating the broth. I haven’t been able to talk to her yet but I am relived she is safe now. 30 days and I will get out of this shelter. Then we will go to the school and I will meet her. 30 days.
I can’t sleep. Brooke is the only one that doesn’t know what is going on, but the rest of us are too excited to sleep. Or at least Courtney, Lily, and I are. I don’t know if it is excitement or worry that keeps my parents awake. We played a game of monopoly together. It went surprisingly good. Then my parents said everyone needed to go to bed. I can still here everyone moving around though so I know they are all awake. In just a few hours the Robinsons should radio in. I’m excited to know what is going on. Mr Robinson is a veteran prepper. His report on the outside will be more informative than any of Will’s. I also want to know how Will and Beth are doing. I really hope they are okay.
The Robinson’s are preparing to leave their shelter. Since Will is sick and Beth won’t eat the families agreed that The Robinsons would leave a few days earlier than originally planned. Instead of waiting four more days, they will be leaving in two. I wish I was going with them. Our family won’t be leaving until next month. We will be the second family to leave our shelter as long as the Robinson’s report on the outside is good. The Mills family will follow us and the Gonzales family will be the last. I’m counting down the days until I am outside again. I don’t even care that the city I knew will be gone. I just want don’t want to be trapped down here anymore.
It sounds like Will has food poisoning. Mom keeps telling Beth he probably ate something bad and to give him sips of water every 10-15 minutes. Beth isn’t sure what he could have eaten. I guess they brought as much food and water into the bomb shelter as they could carry. She is afraid to eat anything since she doesn’t know what made Will sick. The Robinsons will be leaving their shelter in five days and as long as Beth drinks water she should be fine. She will be weak from not eating though. I’m worried about Beth. It is Will that everyone else is worried about.
Will is sick. I don’t know much more than that but Beth sounds really worried. We were all sleeping when she came on the two way radio. Even with the volume low, it woke all of us up. Mom got to the radio first and dad told all of us to go back to bed. Dad stayed up but made so much noise, I couldn’t hear anything mom and Beth said. Maybe he does know we can hear everything.
My parents whisper at night to each other. I don’t think they know I can hear them. Last night I overheard dad say he hopes Will and Beth survive long enough for the Robinson’s to get them. I dreamed that our family was the ones to go looking for them. We found the flag they used to identify their shelter but Will and Beth weren’t there. Instead, there was a pile of bones. I know it’s just a dream but I can’t get the image of that pile of bones wearing the scarf I’m making out of my head.
Mom caught me destroying the scarf I’ve been working on for the past week. I couldn’t tell her about my dream. She is still upset about David. I lied and said the yarn was to loose. The truth is there is no way I’m ever giving that scarf to anyone. I can’t stand the idea of anything being made with the yarn I used for it so I cut it up. The pieces left are too small for anything. I got into trouble for being wasteful. I don’t care. I’ll wash all the dishes for a week, it was worth it.
I want to make something for Will and Beth. I’ll give it to them when we meet. The Robinson’s are in the same town as Will and Beth. I think they are only a few miles away from each other. They have offered to take Will and Beth in. Dad insists that no one leave their shelter for at least another two weeks and all the families have agreed. The Robinson’s will be the first to open their shelter and go out.
Dad spends a lot of his time on the two way radio talking to the other families and trying to find other survivors. Besides the three families we knew of before, today he found a brother and sister who holed up in a bomb shelter at some school a few towns over. I guess the guy is the same age as David. His name is Will. His sister is 14. Her name is Beth. Even though they are both older than me they don’t know what to do since they have no survival training. They got really lucky with the bomb shelter which already had an old two way radio that still worked. Because they don’t have a lot of supplies they have gone out to look for food and water. Will said that there is fire everywhere. Many of the buildings and homes have burned down. Smoke is in the air and blocks out the sun. I feel really bad for Will and Beth. They don’t have anything but each other.
It’s only been a few weeks and already the close quarters are getting to me. I don’t think I am the only one either. Lily and Courtney seem to be extra sensitive lately. There is nowhere to go to get away from everyone. I miss fresh air. I miss sunshine. I miss . . . everything. There is only so much to do down here. Mom used the shelter as a storage so she has more stuff here than anyone else. Lily at least has her slate to keep her busy. All I have is old board games and a deck of cards. Not that I could even get anyone to play with me. Lily doesn’t want to be bothered, Courtney is taking care of the garden, and Brooke is busy drawing on everything. Mom doesn’t seem to care that Brooke drew on the walls. She actually told me it made the place look better. I tried reading but the books down here are mostly non fiction about people that no longer matter. It’s hard to care about what people did fifty years ago when you don’t know what is even happening to the world outside of the shelter.
I’m so mad at Lily! Crocheting isn’t easy at all. You have to hold your hands just right or the yarn becomes too loose or tight and holding them that way makes the muscles cramp. I’m suppose to be making a potholder but so far all I can do is a bunch of loops in a row. I keep trying to add a second row and it isn’t working. I don’t know how mom and Lily do it. Even Courtney can crochet. I guess I was doing other stuff with David while they were all inside learning to sew and crochet. I really wish I could be doing stuff outside again. It’s only because I am stuck down here that I have to learn this stuff anyway. I don’t even know what good a potholder can possible do anyone at this point. We don’t even have pots anymore. Most of our meals are not even cooked. When they are cooked, mom or Lily use the camp stove and cook in a cast iron skillet.