The Butterfly Diaries

October 1st, Overcast. Our peaceful life was shattered—they finally found us. They called us monsters. Tom and the others have already been slaughtered. I don't know if my husband is dead or alive. I’m hiding in the closet with our baby. Wait, someone is coming... October 2nd, Drizzle. Damn it. The police are heavily surveilling my husband now, so he can't go out. I’ve been starving for days! The baby wouldn't stop screaming and crying! ...It's okay now. It's finally quiet. And I'm not hungry anymore. October 3rd, Torrential Rain. The floodwaters have reached the fourth floor. Food is running out, and my husband's mental state is deteriorating again. The baby is starving. I have no choice but to take the kayak out to scavenge for supplies. October 5th, Sunny. Today, my husband and I went to visit the grave of our best friend, Jack. Sarah and David came with us too. Ten years ago, Jack took us hiking in the mountains and saved our lives. We will always be grateful to him.