Dear Diary,

This is so warped. Me and the baby went down to Tesco and it was silent. I don’t remember the last time I heard such silence. I had to smash the glass door with someone’s car exhaust. But we have food. I stole a trolley.. not like anyone else needs it.
Emma, Jonny and James decided we should all camp at mine and they all brought their own trolleys. The baby won’t stop crying. How the fuck am I supposed to take care of a baby? I’m sixteen! And I’m not Angela Rigby. There’s no internet, TV, nothing. We’re all saving our phone battery cos soon we know the electricity’s gonna go off. May be a while but I aced chemistry and I know it doesn’t come out of the sky.
Becca called – said she saw Mark being eaten by a lion. There’s a lion in England.
If all the adults are dead then the rest of us are screwed. We just have to work to survive. Amy and Drew are coming later with some books and we’re gonna try and build some sort of generator. Maybe this is our chance to shine?

-Jess