Entry Eight

Dear Diary,

        It's a lot harder to look after three kids while wearing a HAZMAT suit then you would think! Joe and I spent the day separating all the kids bowls, cups, utensils etc. into one half of the kitchen. The kids are going to use the main bathroom and toilet, and Joe and I share the other. It's also a lot harder not to hug and kiss your baby brother and sister then I would have thought. I already miss towel hugs after bath time and goodnight kisses. Joe has never even touched April's skin. But we can't take any risks, we both wear the suits except for bed, then it's decontamination and hello Hello Kitty PJs. Joe is planning to leave me with the kids tomorrow morning and head over to his old house to see if his Dad's back from the lab. Joe's Dad had left him when April's Mom first contracted the virus with plans to return with some experimental drug that had worked on cats at the lab.

       The street below is chaotic. Gangs of kids have ransacked most of the neighbourhood. A few reanimated adults have turned up, but so far the street kids have dealt with them and left us alone thanks to my excellent aim with a rifle. Turns out video games are a good preparation for the apocalypse. I'm worried about looking after three kids on my own. But if there's answers, we have to try and find them.
      Casey had to go into the freezer today, I was always jealous of her eyes, now I would give anything to have her scowl at me in beautiful green. The black-eyed kid look is getting old fast! Especially at 3am when it's my turn to feed April! Apart from that slight demonic detail, she's a cute baby. I also had time to audit the supplies and I think the five of us will be sweet for at least the next 8 months -- ETA of Cheerio Apocalypse. Thomas without his favourite breakfast cereal isn't someone anyone, living or dead, would want to mess with.

Update Soon.