Dear Diary,

We have a sort of crude generator running in the stream, which was pretty awesome timing as just as we attempted to hook it up to the house’s electric system a fucking MASSIVE bolt of lightning hit the guy at the end of the road’s tree and made it fall onto the power lines. Man, if that dude was still alive he would be pretty pissed. He loved that tree.
Angela’s in tears though: her little baby Belle wouldn’t wake up this morning. Almost makes you feel sorry for her. Apparently B had a blood disease and Angela couldn’t find the medicine before she left. She’s still got Jay though, and she can have Tim.
It’s raining megastorms everywhere, though. The phone lines are cut off but Jonny tried and the internet still seems to be functioning and people – that’s us now – have been posting from all over the world. It’s everywhere. I was right. All the adults are gone. Everyone has their own crazy theory. I still beleive it’s a higher power letting us shine.
Emma’s nightmares are still bad.

-Jess