AN: Ok, short intro. This is Amber's diary, starting from just before she leaves home and continuing until the end of series one (at least, that's as far as it's gone for now). I could update the whole thing today, but I figure it's more interesting if I update it as I wrote it...one bit at a time. So you can hate me for it if you want, but it won't change anything.
I also should say that this was originally posted of the tribeworld buletein board, which is an attempt to excuse any terrible spelling or grammer mistakes I've made...
Anyway, hope you like it, and reviews are always appreciated... And finally....
Disclaimer: None of this is mine. It all belongs to the wonderful people at cloud nine - except maybe a few characters from before the mall. I'll let you know if there are...
so, on with the show...
Entry 1
We're leaving Bellevue. Lucy and Dad are taking us on the boat. Dal and me, that is. He's been living with us since his parents died. And Solaris has gone North to help. We haven't heard anything from her in ages. The government warnings are getting more serious, and even Bellevue is being attacked by the gangs of kids who roam the streets. What started as just a virus has spread so fast…
Dad's calling, he wants me to help load the boat.
Entry 2
Next Day.
I'm not putting down dates. There's no point, really. I get the feeling they aren't going to be very important in this new world we're going to have to face.
Lucy's ill. She says it's just hard work but we all know that's not true. She had the virus. Which means she's going to die, like everyone else. Dad sent her to the house to rest, and has been loading the boat himself. Dal and me help when we can.
Entry 3
Next Day
Lucy's worse, and Dad seems tired too. I tried to call Sol again, which was silly really, because I know there are no communications. We had a power cut today. Dad remembered the gas stove in the garage though, the one we use when we go camping, so we got that set up and made a hot meal for Lucy. She didn't eat much. Which is a sign of the virus. Loss of appetite.
Entry 4
Next Day
Lucy still isn't any better. The house next door was robbed last night. We heard kids yelling all through the night. Dad told Dal and me not to worry, and he'd be keeping guard, but I don't think either of us slept at all. Only Lucy.
Dad says we'll be ready to go tomorrow. The boat is nearly ready. We'll leave with the first tide. It seems futile, really, though I don't like to say it to him. Lucy's going to die, and even Dad doesn't seem to well. He isn't moving as fast as he was, and he has to rest more. Maybe it's just that he didn't sleep last night.
We want to try and sleep today, as we're leaving early tomorrow. We've already put most of our clothes and food on the boat. We have what we're going to wear tomorrow with us now. I can't wait to leave. For what good it will do.