I remember the winters in the before. Winters when I was a little girl.
Sometimes there was snow. But mostly there wasn’t.
We are far up north now. It will snow. I wonder if the children will
love it and want to play in it. Or if they will resent it. And hate it.
I resent it and hate it now already before it’s even arrived.
We should move further south. It is so much easier to lay down
and die when the ground if covered in snow and you have no food
to eat.
I hope that we’ll be okay. I hope we all make. That we’ll all be
still here at the end of the winter when the buds of spring start
to appear.
Robert told me that the monsters are so slow they are much easier
to deal with in the cold. But, he said that they also tend to move
out slower. So if we get a hoard they will not be gone in a few days
as the last one. They may be around for longer and we’ll have to
take care of them in ways other than climbing onto the roof retreat
and waiting.
I’m not looking forward to that.
Sam