Journal
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This is a story of survival, and what it means to be a family.
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Copyright © 2014 by Daniel Flores.
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Rev. date: 12/15/2014
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Contents
Part One
Prologue: Thirty Eightday
Twentyday
Firstday
Second Day
Third Day
Sixth Day
Seventh Day
Tenth Day
Twelfth Day
Thirteenth Day
Fourteenth Day
Nineteenthday
Twenty Day
Twentythird Day
Part Two
Twenty Fourth Day
Thirtysecondday
Fortieth Day
Forty Fourth Day
Forty Fifth Day
Fiftieth Day
Fifty First Day
Fifty Fifth Day
Epilogue
PART ONE
IMG_4230.JPGPROLOGUE
THIRTY EIGHTDAY
One of them said it was a thirty eight day today as if today were some sort of holiday, a day to celebrate or at least take note of.
None of the others said anything. Not a laugh, not a sigh, not a groan. There was no acknowledging the statement being done by anyone.
Thirty eight day. The thirty eighth day of this. Somehow it seems both long and short. Not even a month and a half, yet, each day is like drifting hundreds more miles out to sea till land is a distant dot on the horizons, a faint memory in all of our minds.
Thirty eightday. Hooray!
Some days don’t really start. The sun rising visibly in the east is never a given. Eternal fires rage day and night, meaning dawns and dusks are not reliable markers of time. Did yesterday end? Has today begun? The sky is a bit brighter so, I suppose the sun has risen. Behind the fog, the smog, the smoke, ash, and debris filling the sky.
Masks on guys!
I announce like a rude mission bell, awakening all but a few of my sleeping orphans. She’s awake. Been awake hours. She rarely makes it through the night. What now passes for the night, that is.
With help from others soon all thirty of them are up, rubbing eyes, scratching heads and backs, yawning. Some still cry. Every morning when they realize where they are and what’s going on. They instinctively raise their masks to their faces, a morning routine they’ve had to do for weeks. After a few scattered fits of coughs, after the other morning routine, boys on this side, girls over there, the day really begins.
Is there breakfast, Mister?,
Gabrielle asks, and it just about breaks my heart for the second day in a row to tell her no. She sits back down between Vincent and Hilary, without a word. They’re all awake now. Sitting. Huddled together really. It’s not cold exactly, but the chill of the early morning (and their despair) causes their animalistic attempts at achieving warmth. When they’re all done taking care of their morning intestinal ritual, it’s time to head out.
I wanna ride shotgun!
shouts Bin. You had it last week!
yells Ivan. What?
You heard me!
Shut up!
Both of you shut up!
Mister!
You guys are so stupid! Shut the hell up!
Fuck you!
Hey! Enough!
I finally shout. We have lots of new routines.
Finding transportation has been easier lately. Gasoline, too. But, as if we’re heading to their grandma’s house they still love sitting up front for some odd reason. They’ve been through a lot. Eventually, sadly, will they forget they’re still kids? Will I? For now, thirtyeightday, they’re still my kids. My class. And I’m still their teacher.
We continue south, for the simple reason that it’ll be warmer that direction. Not hot, that would be hard to deal with, but warm enough that we can sleep outdoors if we need to, or in the bus. We’ve been going south (literally and figuratively) for about a week now. How we measure success is pretty laughable. We found an overturned mini-van two days ago. No driver. No family. No casualties. Nothing or no one in sight. But there was a flashlight in the glove compartment, some tissues in the center console, and a 12-pack of water bottles in the back. A real bounty! But that water is going fast. We need to find more. It’s time to get off the highway.
IMG_4229.JPGTWENTYDAY
Today’s the day they’ve been bugging about. It’s almost been three weeks. They’re dying to get out of here. Out of this prison. The bunker.
Mister, come on, we gotta go!
says Vinny, by far the strongest-willed girl in class. She’s rallied up the boys, knowing their rambunctious behavior will convince me to take them up the stairs and out of here into–
Into what? Who knows? But she’s right. It’s time to go. Time to see what’s left. If anything. Ok, Vinny, relax. I told you we’re going. Hold on.
I can’t stall anymore. We’re almost out of food and water and some of these kids really stink. These cramped quarters