Day 7
Weather: Sunny and cold, 35F
Brenda and Tim appear to be coming down with the flu. I'm scared shitless. We have some Nyqyuil and some basic medicine supplies, but with the flu you just have to ride it out. I might have enough gas to drive them down to the hospital if I have too but I'm not sure.
I walked down to the community food and supply bank this morning. What a sad sight, there was hardly anything left for anybody. The place was deserted except one police officer. He was helpful and he told me to arm myself if I hadn't already, there's been reports of looting in the area and assualts. I told him that I never shot a gun in my life and don't own a firearm. He asked me if I was old man Johnson's neighbor. I said yes and then he looked me squarely in the eye and told me he's sorry but old man Johnson died yesterday. He told me to keep away from people till this flu thing is over - people are starting to die at a record rate.
Tonight, sitting in front of the fire, Susan crawled up on my lap and asked me if we were going to die. She said it so matter of factly that it just stunned me. I told her no, we weren't going to die, and that things will be back to normal real soon. I gave her a kiss on her forehead. I felt the blood drain out of my head, she was running a fever.
