Catching breath
Today we’re trying to work out how we’re going to get to the hospital. A couple of the group have gone off to find maps and supplies; we’re going to head out when they get back.
We found a mostly-whole café last night. Intact walls and a roof that doesn’t seem ready to fall on us at a moment’s notice. The frontage is shattered, but it’s deep enough that we can get away from the wind. The kids and the injured slept on the couches at the back; I’m a little jealous. But I suspect that if I lay down on one of those I’d never want to get up again.
Liz and Sally scoured the kitchen and managed to make us all a hot meal. It seems like forever since I had hot food. Since I had something that didn’t come out of a packet. It was heaven. I don’t know what was in it – I suspect I don’t want to – but damn it was good. We even got Simon to eat some of it.
He’s not doing so good. It’s hard to tell, but I think he has a fever.
We found a clothing store next door, too. Pretty cheap stuff, but it’s not like any of us care. I had been wearing the same clothes for almost a week; I am tempted to take them outside and burn them. I don’t even want to know what I smell like. Feels so good to have something clean on.
It’s getting dark out; there must be a storm coming.
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