We made it here. It’s another house, fortified, like the bunker. There’s a lot more people here though, so it’s a little cramped.
I don’t mean to be rude (and they don’t use the internet so won’t see) but these people freak me out. They call themselves a movement but it’s basically a cult. It’s called The Garden Of The Free Children (which is wordy as fuck haha) but they have hot water so I can’t complain.
It’s run by this woman called Celia. She’s Mary’s friend, and she seems nice enough, I suppose, but I think the weird church shit freaks me out. She asked if I’d like to pray with her but I made an excuse and pretended to be tired.
Martin and I are sharing a room with Jude and Thomas, which is better than camping, and to be honest, I’m glad to have them here with us and away from creepy Celia…