I’m so tired, hungry, and wet. All I remember is spitting out nasty salt water as I awoke with sand in my face, all over making it hard to breathe as the coughing fit overtook me. Exhausted I just laid there wondering why I was still alive, how unlucky for me. Where I am I’m not sure. I have seen people around as I stalked about looking for something to eat. I don’t have much except the few things in my pack and a crossbow, I’ll be lucky to find arrows. I managed to find some gasoline during a scavenging trip out by some dumpsters, that has to be good for something right? Not that I’ve heard any vehicles around for that matter, that can be good or it can be bad. Maybe I can trade, but that means having to talk to people and after my last stint with humanity, that might not be a good idea. Good thing salt water can work as a antiseptic, my cut is healing nicely, will need to find bandages in the morning. I hope no one thinks to come in here, most of the rooms seem empty but I don’t trust that. So now here I lay on my good side, as a barrier against the door, my raggedy blanket getting thinner by the day not holding on to a breath of warmth. At least my clothes are mostly dry now, *Yawns* maybe I can check things out better in the morning, my flashlight decided to die on me now. I hope that’s not a sign of things to come. Maybe just maybe people are more decent here.