It’s fucking cold out here.  I guess I’ll get used to it.  Moving at night and sleeping during the day helps, I just cant seem to get used to sleeping with the sun in my eyes.

I’m glad I stopped back in the apartment across the hall.  I was wondering how I was going to keep blogging if I left home.  Not that there’s anyone out there to read it, but it helps keep me sane.  The dead guy had one of those portable “netbooks” with a spare battery and portable charge kit tucked away in his desk.  I think he was a scientist or something and did a lot of work out in the field.  You should see some of the crazy shit he has saved on this thing.  Stuff about nanotechnology and microbiology.  Really complicated.  I cant make sense of it, but I haven’t really had time to read it all.  I’m staying on the move till I get somewhere safe.

I saw a few people a few miles back.  They looked hungry and desperate.  Two men and a young woman, all three of them hiding in an old tree fort that looked about as frail as they did.  We didn’t say anything to each other, just made eye contact as I walked by.  If I had anything to offer them, I would, but I don’t.  I guess they’ll find a way to eat, or they’ll die.  That’s not really my problem.  They are in the woods, for fucks sake, surrounded by animals and fish and berries and edible plants.  If they cant find a way to eat, maybe they watched too much TV before all this shit want down.  Not my problem.

Why does it seem like I am trying to convince myself?  Maybe because I keep seeing their hungry faces every time I take a bite of the stew I just heated up.  Well, too late now.  That was miles ago, and I’m not backtracking.  I have hours more of daylight and I want to get as far from the National Guard camp as I can by nightfall.