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Thanks for the hot blanket, it kept me at an optimal temperature during the painful ride to my new home . What felt like a millenia later, we gradually came to a halt. Wow it is my first time in Shirbert lynch  and the small houses look prety good   . It is much more silent here than at home, where boomers rain down terror in the   town. I stand as still as a statue waiting for the lucky person. Suddanly a chubby lady walked over and without a second thought grabbed me. She gave me an evil glare filling me with anxiety. 

 

 In the end I ended up staying with Miss Karen in a lonely neighborhood called Smelly, in a miniature house. The water comes from a small well in the backyard. You have to turn a handle and a bucket  filled with water will inevitably come to you. First thing in the morning ,I am forced to have a bath outside in the freezing cold. She would not let me in until I was spotless. Later, she gave me something that I had never seen. It was  disgusting and  cold . She talks in a serious tone but she is ok.

 

 I have a small room in the basement.I can only see shadows soundly snare up the dull room. In the night, I can hear screams of horror echoing from the faraway battlefield. First thing everyday I pray for you , dad and baby scar. Everyday I wake to the sound of one of her exotic pets amongst them being cockerels and snakes. They make such loud noises I think my ear drums will birst. There are snakes in the pen outside of the house and sometimes I sneak out and take the eggs. She has a massive vegetable farm.

 

 You will not believe this but Miss Karen  has a cow called moo who lives in a luxury wooden pen. I have a multitude of jobs, the most disgusting being feeding mrs moo. In the night I have to lock all the pens because Mrs Karen says if we don’t the wolves will kill them. If I have not been a pest sometimes she lets me choose an egg from one of the animals and keep it.

 

 Sherbert lynch is a small, remote village near a small mountain. There are about 10 houses. They have pathways that connect the town. There are many and they all have different names. One is called  creepy ketchup . The fields and grass are very green and lush. Unlike home.

 

 Every day Miss Karen sends me to the small school, carrying my gasmask, and ration book in case I need them. It is an hour walk to the school . Many people my age go here, pray for our nation, I sit at the very back with my books and encyclopedias. I am trying very hard to do well in school.  We eat outside on the grass, Mrs Karen gives me a bread and tuna sandwich. Sometimes she will put in some of my favorite stuff as a treat. Lots of the people eat vegetables freshly dug from other peoples gardens, then cleaning them in the puddles and then putting the straight in their mouth. I tried one and the other people ganged up on me, scaring me.They are alright. They know lots of good games to a high degree too .

 

 I hope you and Scar are okay. I think about you all the time. I hope dad is still alive and soon comes home . Your beautiful son, tiny tim.

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