This is a self reflection on the past three months from Haruhi's POV. I hope it leaves you wanting more.
Three months. That is how long we have been here. Things are getting bad; we are running out of room to hold the refugees. Even though this little city that we are in can hold over a few thousand people we are running out of room. I worry about what is to happen to us. We soon will have to deny housing for people.
Even though we are used to this world that we live in now we all still long for the old life. I sometimes go to bed thinking if this is all just some really vivid dream. That isn't the case. So when I wake up I am always hit with the cruel truth that yes my dad is dead and I will never have a normal life again.
Though things are not all bad I suppose. I have Tamaki with me. Without him I wouldn't be alive. Also new life has blessed us in these gloomy days. A young expecting couple came in about two weeks ago and they had their baby three days ago. They named her Kana. A very cute child and though it may seem unlikely it appears to be that the new child has eased some of the tension of the refugees.
But not everyone is relaxed. The Host Club is very stressed out. Kyoya never sleeps and only eats when people force him too. Hunny and Mori are always running in and out on missions trying to collect refugees and see how bad the damage is. The twins have locked themselves away to do their own in to help us win this war. They plan all of the attacks, put everyone into groups. Everything is planned by them and Kyoya. If it weren't for them everyone would be going crazy out of boredom. The plans that they draw out keep everything running smoothly.
Then Tamaki, my Tamaki. Though he tries to hide it I seem how worried he is about keeping everyone safe. He is sort of the over keeper of everything. Making sure things are going the way they should, making sure that Kyoya eats and me as well.
Even I am busy. I am in charge of all the things that go on with the refugees and to make sure that all of the food is cooked. I assign everyone jobs to cook, clean and to help me out. The drawn out agenda that the twins make helps a lot so I can make sure that everyone has two minute bathing times each.
We have to rooms that a great big baths. One for men, one for women, after everyone is bathed they water is filtered then put to other uses. Here nothing is wasted, nothing. Everyone eats everything that they are feed. Any clothes that they out grow they are sent to the laundry room to be given a new set that fits them better.
It is a very organized system. Though keeping up with it is tiring. Day in and day out, I just want a break at times but I can't complain. Compared to some other people out in the world this is the sweet life.
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Word has come to The City of Ouran (-That's what we named it), that rescue parties are going to come and help us and the surrounding area. Tamaki was able to get into contact with his father whom was hiding away in some secret facility somewhere on one of the outskirt Islands of Japan that the Suoh family owned.
His father agreed to take some of the refugees because where he was they had fresh supplies. It seems like even though the world was ending the secret world of the Military, the Rich and the Black Market were still in full swing. If anything things got better for them, the Military was gaining more support and being funded by the rich to clear out areas of zombies and this helped the person who funded them become a leader figure and they could use that for their own use in the future. Then with the lack of laws the Black Market could make deals with anyone and raise their prices on things.
I suppose the fact that he will be housing some of the refugees is step one for him. Tamaki told me that his father had changed. No longer the man that he once knew, this worries Tamaki. He thinks that he soon will turn into his father. I remind him that he probably has been through much worse that his father.
Tamaki just puts up a façade for my sake. He smiled at me, kissed my head and told me to get some sleep. That was the last thing he said to me that night.