The war's still going on. I don't think it's ever going to end- it's beginning to feel that way.

The radio signals we're recieveing are getting worse every day, we can barely make them out now. Maybe the war will end soon, and we'll just not know about it.

Just go on living out here, alone. I thank God for having Jack here. Jack thanks God for everything- every little good thing that happens, morning and night. He doesn't know I know...

I feel bad for decieving him. I should tell him what happened, but I'm not sure I'm ready. To be honest, I'm not sure he's ready. I'm sure he has his own secrets.

We're running low on water. The stream is running dry so we have to walk up to the river most days. Luckily it's still clean, if it gets contaminated I don't know what we'll do.

But for now, we're living. Living and together.

The End

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