June 10, 2017
The group of men left town this
morning. If they hadn't left I think I would've gone insane. I
couldn't go through another night like this last one. I know Manny
thought everyone but him was asleep, but how was I supposed to sleep
through that poor girl being gang raped. She's got to be around 11 or
12, no older though. How sick are they that they laughed and joked
and enjoyed what they did to her? They would do the same to Alicia,
Marny and me if they had found us. That would've been our life until
death came for us. I know the others were awake, too, but none of us
are talking about what we heard. It's too traumatic and we just had
to listen to it, not experience it.
I feel bad for all the women in the
RV's. To be kept as slaves and given to whoever has “earned it”.
When they first pulled into town, we all whispered about the kids in
the RV's and hoped they weren't getting raped like the women, but we
were wrong. I wouldn't put it past them to rape the younger kids too.
If I was one of those women, I would find a way to kill my kids and
myself, no matter how long it took. Death is better than daily rape
and torture.
It hasn't been more than six months
since this all started and some people have completely gone to the
dark side already. How do you let yourself lose your humanity that
fast? Did you have it to begin with or were you just faking it? The
men in that group had been brothers, sons, fathers and husbands. They
would've been businessmen, teachers, salesmen, shit, they could've
been your neighbor. Now, they were psychopaths and madmen, doing
whatever they want and damn whoever gets hurt or dead in the process.
They took the almost unconscious girl
back to her RV about 6 am this morning and then had the women start
making an early breakfast. By the time their group had eaten, loaded
up and was heading out, it was close to noon and we were all sweating
in the building heat of the post office attic. Once they were gone,
we stayed in the attic for another hour and were rewarded by watching
their rear scouts, as Manny calls them, head down the road in the
same direction as their group. We slowly made our way back across the
attic and through the ceiling access to the office below.
The place was trashed. Mail, garbage,
torn clothing, empty alcohol bottles and used condoms were everywhere.
The place smelled and our shoes stuck to the floor when we carried
our stuff through the rooms and out the back door. Our RV was still
sitting behind the post office, but all the tires were flat and the
windows were broken. Our supplies were gone and we were going to have
to find a new vehicle to leave in as well as find supplies to take
with us. From what we saw in the glimpses we took from the attic,
they had pretty much wiped out all the supplies in down town proper
and the closest houses, too. We are going to have to go farther out
and search the houses.
After we got settled in the kitchen of
the diner, Manny went to find another RV. He was back in a couple of
hours with the RV and some supplies he collected on the way back. He
parked the RV behind the diner and we spent the rest of the day
stretching our cramped legs and resting. Tomorrow, we'll head West,
since the group headed East. We have plans to search the houses and
buildings on our way out of town and along our way. Hopefully, we
won't run into any more evil men like that group. Manny says we are
going to be extra careful from now on and he's going to train all of
us on how to use all the guns he has, as well as any we find.
I want to learn anything I can that
can keep us all safer. If Manny is the only one who can fight, we're
screwed. He's going to teach us all hand to hand combat, knife
fighting skills, guns and anything else he can think of that might be
helpful, like how to start a fire without matches or a lighter. If we can find a library, I want to find books on edible
plants and how to find water in the wilderness. I plan on surviving
and will do my best to keep everyone else in our group alive as well.
God willing.
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