May 12th

May 12
We had a funeral for Miss Ellen today. We had no body, so we buried the only thing we found of hers: a piece of her ripped shirt. We buried it next to her dog. I think she would've liked that. It's been quiet here lately. The base is now empty. I've never seen the government move so quickly. They didn't even bother closing the gates behind them on the way out. Tom and I decided to take a walk through Black Rover. Many of the houses are empty, abandoned. We don't know where everyone's been going. We just know they're gone. We did run into a woman whose car had broken down. She was heading to Canada. She wouldn't tell us her name. It doesn't sound like she's doing okay. She told us some strange tales. Not sure if it's shock or something else. We were able to convince her to see Ruth, a retired nurse. She was able to find out her name. Apparently, it is Shirley Sackwell. According to Shirley, her husband died a couple of weeks ago. He supposedly was killed by what she described as "beasts." She said they were everywhere and that's why she was heading to Canada. Like I said, they were strange tales.