As much as it pained us to stay at the house, we didn’t have a lot of other options. It took us a long time to dig a hole for the bodies and make a fire big enough to cremate them. Ayako was torn between wanting to stay where her husband was buried, and being as far away as possible from where he was killed. It was difficult to think of the place as safe with all the death still lingering in the air. Everything seemed to drain out of her, but we could tell she was trying to stay strong for her daughter. She spent the evening lying in a futon holding Risa, as she whimpered and cried.
Alex and I talked in the next room quietly. The conversation was practical and emotionless. We both understood that we now had a greater responsibility for our traveling companions. We were both dealing with Taro’s death in our own ways and the sense of loss that descended on us since arriving here. The weight of everything was catching up with us, but we had to ignore it and push on with the plan to get to the SDF camped out at the Shingu power station.
I guess we could’ve have gone back to stay with the fisherman, but in the end we decided it’d be better to get back to him with some good news from the SDF camp. Going back now felt a little like a step backwards when we’re still trying to come to terms with the current tragedy.
Taro was so excited about meeting his brother, and really believed that getting here would be a turning point for us. He always talked about it as though just getting here was all we needed to do. After that everything would be alright. Instead, his family is now fatherless and our sense of hope had been all but destroyed. The promise of the SDF camp at the power station is all we have left.
The family’s house looks like a hurricane came through it. I don’t know what happened, but everything has been torn apart and there are smattering a of blood everywhere. It’s not the most comfortable place to be.
We’re hungry and there’s no food in the house, so we’re going to have to head off soon anyway. At least we have some shelter and a chance to pick up some other supplies; not that there’s much here. We did get some batteries, a torch, a few blankets and fry pan though. Alex says that a lot of Japanese houses still have swords in them that were hidden when they were outlawed. Even if we find one, I doubt it’ll be in good condition, but he’s adamant that we should look around. It’s already late and we’re exhausted physically and emotionally, so I guess there’s no harm in staying the night and taking a look. I don’t see Risa or Ayako moving tonight anyway. We’ll have to keep making tracks in the morning.