Well I wandered the city for a long time this morning and didn’t see a soul and had started to wonder if it had been abandoned completely… well except that one woman yesterday. Still it seemed like a good place to scavenge so I decided to be brave. I’m not even sure how long its been since life was “normal”, but not long enough that I’ve forgotten what i was like before. I never had to be brave before. If a situation was to “scary” well I just didn’t have to do it, but now it could mean life or death.

So I was brave.

The city is packed in very tight but there is still some room to maneuver if you had to between the buildings. I don’t like getting boxed in. Never have. Claustrophobia has always been something I’ve had to deal with, but its so much worse these days.

There was a store with a Lost and found sign. I had to snort at that. More like lost never to be found. So at least I haven’t totally lost my sense of humor.

I also saw a diner that had a ‘workers needed sign’ and I wonder if that is just something that was there before the city was abandoned. It would be nice to think that some manner of life as it once was managed to survive.

Then the best part of the day happened. I met a woman named Jet. I’ve only just met her and I know its really just to soon to say, but I think I’ve actually found my first friend in a very long time. I have been alone to long I think, so its hard to trust anyone, but there was just something about the way she just took me in and offered her help… She FED me! Oh god it was the best thing I’ve eaten in ages. Its funny how just a small thing like a bowl of rabbit stew can totally change your outlook on life.

She lives in this apartment complex called The Eights. It seems like they have it pretty well secured, but after talking to her for a bit it sounds like they work hard to keep it that way… not taking any chances. She and the man she’s with have an apartment on the top floor and she told me that the people that had lived next door had left.. Told me if I helped out around the place that I could have that apartment. I may not be terribly good at much, but this is something I can do, soo… I have my very own little place after all this time. Its so hard to believe that as of yesterday i was sleeping up in the branches of a tree and tonight I will sleep in a bed. A real bed with real sheets and a real pillow.

Still I’m afraid to go to sleep. What if its all a dream? Maybe I just conjured the whole thing up simply because I am so alone and so scared.