Read more of Ella at The End Of The World I was thinking last night, about my life, before all this mess. I couldn’t sleep, and Martin wouldn’t sleep (I imagine he was worried I’d make another break for it), so we just started reminiscing. It’s weird, to think that some guy I met on…

Read more of Ella at The End Of The World We just had dinner. Some mac and cheese monstrosity. Martin kept trying to start conversations, casual shit but I just couldn’t do it. We haven’t discussed my little wilderness adventure, or the massacre at my mum’s. I feel like we should, to clear the air,…

Read more of Ella at The End Of The World Well, that lasted long. He found me. I suppose I should have expected a man who is equipped with an array of survival skills to find it quite easy to find his ill prepared wife, but I was more focused on just trying to get…

Read more of Ella at The End Of The World I left him. I don’t know if you can get a divorce, in the middle of the apocalypse, so this is probably all I can do. He fell asleep around three, and I just lay there, trying not to think. I was focusing on things…