I'm running out of pages to write on. This journal was burnt when I found it, missing many pages. There is a stationary store here. It's still standing, and the way to it is almost clear. When we've gained access to it I'll check for more journals.
I can hear Anne screaming. She went into labor last night. Right now the man who made her pregnant, and another fertile female are with her. Dan and Karen. I don't know if names are important, but I will try to list names when I write about people. I'm outside Anne's room, along with the other fertile people. We're both frightened and hopeful.
The screams have stopped now. I stopped writing for a while, and checked in on her. She's still in labor....the screams have started again. Oh do we hope. If she has a healthy baby, I won't worry so much about the child I now carry inside of me. Any children we have can make or break our future.
If there is a god, I will pray for a healthy baby. If there's one healthy, there will be more. Please, please let Anne's child be alive and healthy.
Christine
