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Post by Emma Jane Mitchell on Feb 21, 2013 16:31:40 GMT -5
Dear Journal,
It's been... I don't know how long since my last journal entry. Life living in this silo or whatever they call it has some getting used to.I never imagined that I would live my life like this, I'm sure no one does, but we all have to adjust in our own way. I still keep up hope that my father, and that Henry, Luke and Michael are still alive, somewhere out there. Even though they're not in our silo, I hold onto the hope that they are perhaps in another silo, or still holding onto life outside this place, and they haven't gotten sick. I wish I could see them, and hold them again.
Since the last time I wrote, Alec and I have talked about perhaps starting a family soon. I mean we've been married for 4 years, so girls around my age start having families. To be honest, I'm scared. I don't want to bring up a baby in this place, to not to be able to see the sun, and be confound to these barracks. Alec assures me that this is a safe place to raise a family, but I still hold onto my fear. I didn't tell Alec, but I was actually pregnant during the whole virus scare, and then the day after we moved in, I lost the baby. All the stress and tension I guess is what set it to abort early. I'm just too afraid to tell him. He doesn't need to know, not when he has so much on his mind right now. He keeps this place safe, and he's on the counsel. I'll tell him in my own time. Until next time...
EJM
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