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Dear Diary,
It is me, Jessica.
Joanne got sick. Some kind of respiratory infection. Had it been me, I might have been down for a few days and then bounced back. But at Joanne’s age, this is something different.
HAM Guy went on the local nets at the five in the afternoon ‘group’ meeting, asking if anyone had antibiotics. A guy in the city HAM Guy knew came back and said he might be able to arrange a trade with one of the local gangs. Our HAM Guy said he would talk to Jack and get back to the city guy tomorrow at the seven in the morning HAM group meeting.
Jack put out the word to the neighborhood that he would take one of the remaining gang trucks and go to the city to see what he could find or trade for antibiotics. He asked for volunteers. I should not be surprised, but nearly all the men and a few women, including Rae, volunteered. There were so many that Jack decided to take two of the trucks, fill them up from the other trucks’ tanks, and use the rest of the fuel for trade with some other things.
Jack picked combat vets who were most physically capable. If they had to ‘hump’ it back from the city, it would be a three-day ‘hump’ assuming a hard ten miles a day with their packs, water, food, ammo, and weapons. Diary, it is funny to think about that. Dad used to drop me off at school and then drive to the factory in the city another twenty-five minutes down the road. Now by foot, it is a three-day ‘hard hump.’
Entry 2
Dear Diary,
It has been four days since Jack and his team of nine men left.
HAM Guy reported he heard from the city guy, and they had gotten to the city three days ago.
Nothing since.
Joanne has gone from bad to worse. She is coughing a lot. So hard that her face sometimes turns red. She has a fever. The chills. Sometimes, she seems delusional. We are doing everything we can to keep her comfortable, but it does not seem to be working.
Kathy, one of the women Jack and his assault team freed, was a pharmacist before the power went out. Kathy made up some herbal tea that seemed to help some. I am afraid it is not enough. We need Jack and his team to return with the antibiotics and soon.
Dad and I were at the Miller’s, mucking out one of the barns with…