Survivors

It started with a light in the sky that lit up the night. It seemed like the whole neighborhood was outside within minutes, all looking up at the bright nighttime sky in wonder. We didn't know.

Keeping track of time is more difficult now; I would say it's been about a year, give or take a few weeks. Food is running out. Clean water ran out long ago. Now we get water directly from the stream, even though it's a bit cloudy and has a strange aftertaste. A man died last night; didn't know him, must've come in with the new group.

I'm tired. We're all scared, though most try hard to hide it. We tell each other that we'll make it through this, but I don't think any of us really believes that.

I don't know why I'm writing this. Who will ever read it?