The App: App-ocalypse (1)

Day 39 - Hearing bad news

They're finally here. We shouldn't have wait though because they carried horrible news. Georges just learnt through the radio his brother died. And I just heard the voice of a French woman for the first time in my life. And French accent is kinda sexy, which is totally an out of place thing to say.

So it turned out Xia and Edmund ran out of gas on the road near Austin and they had to walk to come here, carrying the radio with them. This took time, especially since the city's street are full with bodies. I heard when they arrived they were themselves as pale as cadavers on the streets – Edmund confessed he vomited twice. I relate with him so much on this one.

They arrived in the middle of the night and decided with Anton who was guarding us not to wake us up. We lose more time thanks to that decision but it was probably a good idea not to wake up Anna. She is still very weak. She cried yesterday when we went to sleep because she was suffering from her shoulder. She's been shot for hell's sake, what did we think driving her out of the hospital so fast? She even stopped breathing for a while!

But she wants to keep going for Michael. We made her a shoulder's splint with one of Anton's t-shirt. He never wears clothes anyway..

Well, if I'm being more serious, we are definitely running out of clean clothes. We left a lot of them behind us at each step of the way, because we have to carry them and we don't want to. It's heavy. It's pointless. And we can't wash them.

Xia and Edmund left all of their stuff behind and stole a closed shop this morning. They only took clothes they liked – because apparently no one touched the clothes when everyone stole all the food. Our jeep's truck is still full of food though. We made our choice: food is better than clothes.

Xia asked me why I wasn't stealing a jacket I liked. I replied to her it was wrong to steal stuff. She answered mysteriously that stealing saved both our life. I didn't understand right away her stupid answer and Edmund caught my surprised gaze. He told me Xia stole the gun she used to distract the military guys who have Michael.

I'm not sure I want to know why and how she stole it or how she knows how to use it. I think I'm a bit afraid of her – and this is probably why I dislike her so much. Edmund seems fun and nice, though. I don't really know because as soon as they had finished to steal their shop we started to drive towards New-York. Xia did make a point there : "So you don't want to steal your favorite clothes because it's wrong but you don't have any problem stealing a car ?"

I really dislike her. She always make those kind of sentences that got stuck in your head because they are partly true. The kind of sentences that makes you want to slap her. Anton went in their car – with Xia and Edmund I mean. I stayed with Anna and Georges, obviously. Georges accepted to drive even though he was still crying his brother when we asked him. Anna can't drive anyway.

Actually Georges took the bad news pretty well, considering he now doesn't have a family anymore. I'm so sad for him. I'm also sad for Anton. And I still don't know if I should be sad for me. I don't want to consider me as an orphan. Sure they're pretty interesting in stories and stuff but I really wish I could see my dad again. And tell him who I really am.

I was here when he learnt the news - when Georges heard his brother passed away. So was Anton: he cried and suddenly ran away. He was confronted at his own loss I guess.

We were in an empty room because Edmund warned Georges a sad news was about to be told for him. Anna was still sleeping, no one would wake her up because she was - is - still wounded. We knew we had to go but... Anyway, there was this mysterious call from France Georges had to received so that gave us some time. That gave her some time.

I instinctively hugged Georges when we heard the news – that's all I was able to do. I now this wasn't enough and I wish there were more I could do. Then I talked to the girl on the radio – I think she was his brother's girlfriend. I was saying her pointless stuff such as "we're going to take care of him" or "so sorry for you loss". I think there was another girl with her to translate some words. Then Georges asked me to be alone and continued to talk in French to her after I left.

He did not speak to us since that moment. Not a single word – he just nodded to tell us he was OK to drive. We are driving in silence for two hours or so. Anne felt asleep again. She's beautiful when she sleeps - but I can't allow me to think anymore.

I'm looking through the window as Georges avoid as many town and city as he can. Roads are strangely desert, as if someone cleaned them. The military guys maybe?

We are going to New-York. I never went to New-York, I always wanted to go there. Now I'm not sure I want to go there anymore: I imagine all the corpses and I don't want to see that. Maybe we'll catch Michael before he arrived to NYC.

Let's entertain that hope for now.