HI!!!!!

Ohmygoshpeople AAAAAAHHHHHHH

(Please excuse my youthful exuberance. I have been totally isolated since this whole thing started.)

But AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! I'M SO EXCITED!!!!!!!!

Ok, I don't know how or where or when or who or what got this thing working but I am SO. FREAKING. HAPPY.

Ahem.

Sorry about that. Living in a bunker for a few months makes you...well, a little crazy, as it turns out. Especially when the closest thing you have to a friend is your cat. And your family, I guess. I know I'm lucky to be with my family at all. A lot of people didn't even get that lucky. It's hard to feel lucky at the end of the world though. Although, if we have internet again, maybe it won't be.

Anyway.

Hi, whoever's out there. I'm Alice. I'm from Dallas. I'm very creative that way.

Sort of from Dallas, anyway. My family has a farm in East Texas, about an hour outside of Dallas. My dad's always been big on living off the grid, so when the apocalypse hit we just sort of shacked up and closed off the farm for a while. We got really lucky. My dad and my oldest brother built this big underground bunker thing out by the pond last year, out of a shipping container, real heavy duty stuff. It was mostly for fun, but every now and then we'd have a "campout" and spend the night in sleeping bags. It's mostly underground, but there's a small row of plexiglass windows at the top so we can see out. We used to watch deer and rabbits and stuff. Now we use it to look out for zoms. Like I said, we got lucky. I guess you could call us "preppers"–you know, people who used to prepare for the apocalypse that would obviously never happen?–but we never took any of it seriously. It was always just for fun, or because my dad is cheap/green and wanted us to be completely self-sufficient. We've got wind, solar, and a gas generator for emergencies. So we were pretty well set up for this stuff, which is good because Dad was determined not to go to a quarantine zone. He figured we'd be better off digging in on our own. I hope he's right.

So, it's me, my parents, my three older brothers, and their wives/girlfriend. I'm the youngest by far (I'll be 16 in August), so I've been stuck doing pretty much nothing the last few months. I'm really glad they're all here, even if it gets cramped and annoying sometimes. My oldest brother Will lives– lived, I guess–out here already, so as soon as s*** hit the fan he and his wife came over. We locked the gates, got out the guns, and my sister in law and I went down in the bunker with my nephew. The others waited outside. My middle brother Charles lived in Dallas, and he made it out in record time, family in tow. We waited all night for John, but he and his girlfriend showed up at the crack of dawn the next day. I know my mom breathed a huge sigh of relief. We don't know about the rest of the family. My grandparents were still in the DFW area, and all our extended family. We don't know who made it, and I honestly don't know if we ever will. I think that's what is so painful; not knowing, and that we might never know.

That's all for now. Dad says we've got to conserve power, even if we're ok for now. I know he's right, but I've got so much to say! I think next time I'll write it out ahead of time, so I just have to copy it over. So for now, dear fellow survivors, so long. Stay safe. Don't let the zoms get you!