Dominos for Shane
Day 1:
I guess this… Journal? Log? Diary? Whatever it is, it has a few purposes. Number one: to keep some kind of record. Maybe it will help, or someone will find it necessary one day. I guess a little hope is what keeps me moving. Number two: to keep me sane. It's honestly a liability to take time to do this, I know that much. I could be doing things more productive: cleaning chambers, looking for printing materials, scouting perimeters, hell - even going to work. But this helps me get things out and feel like maybe, one day, it'll be useful. Number three: and this is hard to admit: I may not always be around. That's scary; not as much for me, but for my son. I guess I'm hoping that if I keep this, and we make it to where we're headed, then I'll have a way to teach him about what happened and what we went through. But anymore, there’s always a chance I won’t survive. Maybe this is a needless contingency; but of course this world requires endless contingencies. Anyway, please, Christ, if I can't help him: please help him for me.