Dear diary,
We are running low on food. I checked the basement out finding with much relief that there were still several full cases of water. I thanked mom for shopping in bulk and loving coupons. There were a few boxes of crackers left and a couple dozen cans of veggies. My stomach is growling yet the thought of food makes me sick. We have all lost weight. Annie's weight loss upsets me. She's so tiny and fragile. Adam looks gaunt and tired. I avoid the mirrors and try to make my jeans stay up with the help of one of mom's old belts. We need new clothes. Ha! That's funny to write. New clothes for the summer. I'll be sure to make out my shopping list. Maybe I can find Adam a belated birthday gift. One of the zombie sales girls can help with that huh? Just a little something for my little bro. The soft yellow light that emanates from the basement bulb was making me dizzy. It was hot down there but thankfully I couldn't hear the moaning through the thick bricks and concrete. I thought of hanging out for a bit. Sitting down on dad's moth eaten recliner and taking a quick nap but now the thought of not hearing those tormented moans disturbed me more than hearing them. I quickly climbed the steps and found Adam in the kitchen making Annie a peanut butter sandwich. He smiled at me. Forced for Annie's sake.
"I want jelly, Maggie"
She seemed so hopeless as she said that to me. I walked over to where she sat on the counter and hugged her to me. I explained I was going to the closest store for supplies. The walmart perhaps but maybe one of the dollar stores. Adam freaked and after the three hour intense argument, debate, and finally rock, paper, scissors game it was decided that I could go. Adam suggested I try to sleep and go when the sun rises tomorrow. Its dark out now. My watch died six weeks ago. It's a drag not knowing what time it is, especially when all mom and dad's clocks were electric. Maybe that's another thing to add to the list. Gotta try and sleep now. Wish I could take a shower.
