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I’m on patrol with Martin tonight. It’s been pretty quiet, which makes me a little nervous, but hopefully it stays that way. We’ve only seen one so far, beyond the fence, but we got it anyway, just to be on the safe side, and I got it, so I feel extra proud.
It’s quite weird patrolling with Martin sometimes, we just sort of walk around, in the moonlight, hand in hand, talking, like everything is normal again, like we’re on a date or something, sometimes, we even stop and kiss, but then, there’s a noise, or a shadow, and we spring into action, crossbows at the ready (he’s decided I’m finally ready for one of my own…) like we’re the heroes in some kind of movie.
Haven’t heard much of Frank on the radio, which is a shame. I’ve had it in most days, but he’s not been broadcasting. Twitter has been down a lot, but when I got on this afternoon, things looked rough in London, so I hope he’s alright. It’s strange, feeling so connected to a stranger on the radio, but he has been a beacon of hope to a lot of people, so I suppose it’s only natural.
I tried Mary’s number again, but there was nothing. I might ask Martin if we can drive down and see her again, tomorrow. Not tonight though, he’s in too good of a mood and I don’t want to spoil it by starting a row.
Sincerely, Jennifer x 