We spent the night in the liquor store, holed up in the stockroom. Rick and that Vietnamese kid from the Rec, I forget his name, they managed to get the front door blocked, and poured a bunch of alcohol out there to try to hide our scent. They haven’t come knocking yet, and there are a lot out there, so, I guess it’s working.
The plan is to make Molotovs, burn our way to the church. Mr. Carbini has the key to the white school bus. If it’s even still there.
I’m wishing I had prayed more over the years.