Cody has still been kicking this infections butt the last two days. He is still wobbly, but improving. The antibiotics they have him on finally started to work. The wound on his left hand doesn’t reek of infection anymore. The swelling to his face has come down though we still don’t know the extent of vision loss to his left eye. Mom said he might have to wear glasses when this is all done or he might have already lost sight in that eye. That stress me out the most of all the injuries. A few finger is not great to lose, but one of your eyes changes how you see the world. The scarring from all the other wounds should be minimal thankfully. Beth spent the night last night with Cody at the medical facility. Those two will make sure a good couple. She helped him walk around a bit and kept him company while he was awake. Beth also did something no one thought to do and that was bring Cody his slate. Already such a good girlfriend. He maybe only able to see out of one eye still, but the other works just fine. Mom said if he keeps improving he should be heading back to the cabin in a few days. Now to get some sleep it has been a long last two days.
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Hey Cody it is me Courtney I hope you don’t get mad, but I am going to write in your journal while you rest up. I can’t just sit here and do nothing while the doctors try to fix you.
Today we buried all the people that passed away from the attack. We held The service at sunrise. The suns rose slowly warming us as the rays lit the predawn ground. Dad gave a simple eulogy. Listing the names of the fallen. There was ten in total that died during and after the attack. The Smiths family lost their oldest and youngest son. The Lopez family was wiped out of all five family members. Leaving an open cabin for a new family to move into. Yesterday the last Davis brother passed from his injury. Preceding his two other brothers. Had it not been for all these people I would not be here today. I attended the funeral with all the other veterans and their families. The bodies were buried in one large grave and a single headstone marked the people that lay to rest there. We gave our thanks and goodbyes. Then set out for work. Even though you feel like the world had stop, it goes on. It has been a long last seven day since the attack. The ghouls still keep attacking, but not in numbers like before. A few here and there. Most of them a ghastly remembrance of the person it once was. I have not been to the battle site since the attack, but am told the new ghouls that have arriving do not look pretty. Once they are dispatched they get their own funeral. Each day a tractor pushes the slayed ghouls into a pile to be burned that night. No one cries for them.
It was early morning when the collapse happened. The sun hadn’t come up yet. I should have been sleeping in my bed in the room I shared with my older brother David. Instead, my mom had barged into our room and blown the fog horn. Everyone in our house knew what the fog horn meant. Emergency Disaster Drill. E.D.D. My parents ran E.D.D’s at least twice a month and timed how long it took us to get from the house into the underground shelter they had designed and built after David was born. David was 17 years old. An E.D.D. could happen anytime, day or night. It was to test how prepared we were for a disaster. What disaster I didn’t know but my parents made sure our family would be survivors. David was convinced our parents were crazy. He was just waiting until his 18th birthday when he could leave. David was still in bed when I grabbed my emergency pack and ran out the bedroom door. My dad was waiting by the door