I had trouble writing anything. I lost three family members this past month, none by the virus. So editing felt hard to do.
Well, it is early here, in the states but our hero birthday is today.
So, Happy Birthday Hikigaya Hachiman.
October 18, XXXX.
I think we are safe.
Today, they gave back my dairy. They got out all the information they needed from it.
Yesterday, we got in trouble with a small group of thugs. As we got surrounded, an armed force interrupted. I notice the uniform. It was the JSDF or the Japanese Self-Defence Forces. As they pointed their rifles at us, they order us to lie down on the ground. We follow directions. Some of the thugs tried to start a fight, but they disarmed the thugs. They got arrested.
All of us enter their hummers, separated by our gender. We travel throughout the streets until we made it to their makeshift base. I was stripped nude and given a medical examination. Then I was placed in quarantine, a small clear plastic room inside a large tent. There are other women separated too. I sat on the cot. The medical gown I'm wearing felt off. But I was happy to have a bath and clean cloth to wear. There was not much to write about; I took several naps, ate warm food, and saw Yuigahama-san a few rooms away.
So, today I ask if I can get a book to read. No real promises, but they will try to get something. I'm writing now since I have my dairy. Like yesterday laying around, I woke up from my nap to have breakfast. I will write more later.
October 18, XXXX
The same day, around noon. They inform us, our quarantine is over.
Well, that is the cliffhanger.
I'll write something.