We have been stuck in the Fort Morgan post office for 10 days now. The moaners outside have dwindled, but some of the ones who saw us come in here are not giving up. They keep banging on the doors, windows and walls. It is almost like the beat to some techno song. Luckily, whoever stocked this place brought enough food in that we will be able to eat for at least another month.
I got so bored a few days ago that I took hard envelopes and made a deck of cards. Williams has been teaching me to play different games of poker. I beat him the first day and he said it was because I had beginners luck. Now, I win about half the time. I wish we had some books or something else to do besides play cards and watch the moaners out the windows. I have started naming them to amuse myself. I started with an A name, Amanda, and have gotten to the N, Nick. I guess when I get to Z, I will start all over. I really hope we are out of here before then.
I got so bored last night, I looked through the mail bags to find personal letters to read. I found 2 love letters that were really sappy. Then today, I found one that is worse than any romance novel my Mom would leave around. I blushed right at the beginning and only made it halfway through before stopping. Wow, someone has an active imagination, at least, I think it was made up.
I also found some letters between family members, like sisters or parents and adult kids. One was really sad because the guy told his son he had been bitten at work and I know what happens once you are bit. One was really funny because whoever wrote it told a story. I don't remember it all so I won't write it down but I read it to Williams and he laughed too.
I think tonight I will open some of the packages. Maybe there will be something to do in one of them. I would love a book, any book will do. I would even be willing to read a trashy romance novel which I would never have thought possible before this whole thing went down.
Williams found a way onto the roof earlier so I think we might start watching from up there. But we will have to stay back and out of sight of the moaners down below, or they will never leave. If we don't figure out a way to get back to the truck soon, I might just go crazy from boredom! I will definately open some packages tonight. There are a couple of big boxes from Amazon in the back and they might have something cool in them. I hope it's not electronics, they are nothing but useless now. The only good thing you could do with them is shoot them just to see them blow up. I guess you can use a big T.V. as an anchor, if you were on a boat.
We packed up some of the food in case we can get out, just enough so we can still run while carrying it. Wow, I think I hear something outside. Williams is calling me to come up to the roof. Maybe this will be our chance to get out of this place.
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