Last Words
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There are billboards telling us all to be alert and proactive. There were no ads for foreign goods. In their place were pictures of soldiers helping a small girl cross the street. I’ve come back to a police state.
Mum made chips. My old room has been made up. I still have some old t-shirts in the closet. Good thing, I guess, since I don’t have the money to buy a new wardrobe. I’m borrowing some clothes from Dad, who quietly showed off his stockpile of canned food and bottled water in case they ever have to run from the undead. It isn’t enough, but it’s all they were able to get. They went over their inventory with me for an emergency escape to see if I could think of anything they might’ve forgotten. Dad is sure he can carry sixty pounds on his shoulders. He’s tested it around the living room.
I asked about Rachel as soon as I got in the car. He said they would tell me everything as soon as I got home. I sat in the car, quietly thinking about that. Now that I know, I’m emailing this diary to everyone I can. Including you, Alana.
Rachel left a note for me but her mum refused to hand it over. She said it doesn’t matter what her last words were, even if they were for my eyes only. She doesn’t want to see me either. Flat out, ‘No, and don’t contact me again.’
Mum asked if I slept with Rachel. I told her I did not. I asked if she came back pregnant. Mum was sure that she was at least three months along upon her return and weighed only forty five kilos. Abortions are now illegal here.
Rachel ran a bath and drowned herself. She was cremated three days ago.
Go fuck yourself, England.
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