- Get pregnant. I have since willed my ovaries to just…STOP. For the love of all that is left in the world that is good, they just need to be old and shriveled until I find a way out of this entire cluster-fuck.
- Develop Stockholm Syndrome for McGrady. It’s just not going to happen…ever.
- Begin to talk to inanimate objects. Think Tom Hanks a la Castaway. There will be no Wilson during my imprisonment.
- Stop blogging. These past two months of nothing, no outlet whatsoever was the absolute worst.
- Forget my kids or Javier. I want my little makeshift family back.
- Allow myself to pretend as we did when we were at my house that life had not changed, that the world was not dangerous.
- Get bitten (duh). It could happen. I haven’t figured out why yet, but McGrady has been hoarding the Undead somewhere. During the night, I see the men leading them on leashes like some rabid dog. Their eyes glow, big and bright in the dark. It’s unnerving.
- Let Bonnie go over the edge. I know she’s teetering.
- Give in to being a prisoner for the rest of my life. I will find a way out of this.
- Forget those I’ve loved before. I don’t want to forget my old life, or the kids we lost or the people and of course, I want to always remember who John was.
Things I will not do while in captivity….
Posted: May 24, 2012 in captivity, Home Sweet HomeTags: bad teacher, captivity, death, end of days, escape, hordes, john, kids, mom, undead, zombie, zombies
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