The world is falling apart- except the internet...of course. Isn't that how like is?
Well, the good news I'm also still here, Mr Internet. It's you, me, Gabe, Ben, Char, Bushido, and X. And I'm the lone female- call Miss Popular, huh? Well, I've always been the lone female so there really is no difference. What a couple of months compared to 20 yrs, huh?
I think I read in a physiology article once that in a time of crisis it's good to keep a journal or something. Well, maybe this little blog site will help me out, you know? Of course you do, Mr Internet, you know everything.
Well, since I don't have watch and have all by work done for the night, I guess I'll start from the beginning:
My name is now Eloa, after the angel of tears and sorrow, my husband is now called Gabriel (or Gabe) after the archangel. Our friends have also shed their pre-ZA names. I was a veterinarian and Gabe the sheriff of our little southern town, now I'm doctor and cook and he is our undisputed leader and head of security. Wow, leader, like we had an election or something. No, Gabe was in the military, an ex-marine, and he knows how to keep us safe, what routes to take and which ones to avoid. We listen to him because we want to live.
Bushido was in the Marines with Gabe, so he falls right underneath. And Ben and Chars know their shit. Char is good with that riffle, Ben is great with a pistol, and they and X are all great with blunt objects, especially lead pipes, crowbars, and axes (<--- which isn't really under blunt object, but...).
Me? On a good day I can get up on the truck and shoot with a shotgun or rifle. I'm good up on something, like a short range sniper (very very short). No. I'm a runner. I get behind everyone.
Wow. That makes me seem useless and sad. But
Sorry. Someone heard something. It was a dog. I need some sleep before my shift.
Goodnight Mr. Internet.
