Friday, 13 February 2009 - 5:17 pm


We found a little mall. A portion of the roof had collapsed, letting the orange sky in. Christmas decorations were still bright and sparkly, even when they were crushed under chunks of masonry. It was like walking in a broken-off time warp. If there had been some cheesy Christmas music playing over the wonky speakers, it would have been really creepy.

Ben has been about two feet away from me all day. Every time I look around he’s there, and we exchange a smile and carry on. I giggled like a schoolgirl when he pulled me into a storeroom just so he could kiss me.

I’m sure it’s obvious; I’m sure everyone else must know. No-one has said anything, but then none of us has said anything about Sally and Masterson either, and we all know about that. Does it really matter? I guess not. I feel like I could do anything right now.


We found a few useful things here, but not much. The place has been pillaged, but whoever did it isn’t here now. We’ve got more soft drinks to keep us going for a little while, and a few more packets of food. And we’re spending tonight in beds in a department store. Not much privacy, but a lot of comfort.

There were others outside when we got here – just a few stragglers, who ran off as soon as they saw us. I tried not to be upset about that, but I suppose that we probably did look a bit scary. We’re all smeared in concrete dust, harder than stone and paler than death. We’re still here and that makes us walk taller. Today, we feel invincible.

I suppose being scary is better than being scared.