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- December 25th, 1979
Sorry for all of the short entries. I guess I’ll have to do better if I’m fixin’ to make this into a full book, huh?
This wasn’t how I expected my Christmas to go. We went out looking for water and got attacked by other humans! I swear, sometimes other people can be your biggest threat in an apocalyptic setting. They were real nasty too— insisted we were hoarding supplies when we didn't have anything. We took care of them though.
Let me correct myself. Ray and Pete did most of the work, I think. Art scared the last one off after we left the warehouse, but he still got hit.
I messed up my ankle bad, but I really do think Hank got it worse. It must’ve been scarier for him too, getting attacked in the dark like that. I hope he’s doing okay.
I’m sitting with him now, he’s mostly quiet. I got my ankle set so it could heal better, and he got stitches. I don’t wanna think about it, but in the event anything else happens, I hope we’re both healed enough to fight back properly.
I don’t want to be useless for too long, I’d hate to be stuck on this couch while everyone else works.