January, the 31st

Finally it happened. We have had our first visit. No, I'm not as happy as when I met Eddie; you'll soon find why. It would have been more interesting at midnight but it was in plain daylight, yet I think it was exciting enough.

Because it was she, the zombie huntress. But she carried nor handcuffs nor guns. Neither she looked a threat; so pitiable she was I could forgive her, with Jesus help. I think Jesus listened me.

She was disoriented, mumbling something about evil men; worse than zombies -I hope that's a fantasy too. And she looked like she had not eaten nor slept for days. I guess she must have been wandering and she saw the smoke coming out of our chimney so she followed it. She did not even remember my face, nor she could talk right.

We gave her some food and let her sleep in the garage with the doors closed. Because like I didn't want her to go out in the night and decide we were all zombies and go and try to kill us or something nasty.

So in the morning she banged the gates like... well like crazy, you know and we let her out, of course. Hop was in our side and as she is a german shepherdess, I felt safer.

The Zombie Huntress just left running away. It's a pity, because without help she can't survive. But who can help her?

We both pray. A lot. I think that's because there's no TV. I think that's because there's no TV. Eddie is mad at me now, that's why she stroke out that sentence. But I'm sure we would pray less if the world were normal. I need to be honest to God. Cause telling lies to God is silly. Not just bad, but silly too.

But I'm glad we pray. Because it helps with everything. We feel better and we are more like together, like a family. So we don't become like that poor woman.

My brother used to be an atheist. Used to, because he must be in heaven, because I baptized him when he was real sick, just in case Father did not baptize him right the first time. Maybe that's why he was an atheist.

Anyway I just wanted to tell you we prayed for that woman.