- Dolly Sods Wilderness: On a table in the ground floor living room of the residential cabin.
It's only been a few weeks since the bombs fell. We've been trying to do what we can to keep the kids calm. To keep ourselves calm. Supplies are almost gone.
Some people left for Harpers Ferry or Berkeley Springs... which is a good thing. Less people to deal with.
I've been feeling sick. My hair's falling out... I know what this means. I want to cry. Scream. But these kids... away from their families? Dying, just like me? I can't lose it. I need to stay strong for them. And once they're all gone, because I know it won't be long... Then I can scream and cry and finally end this.