Honestly, the days blur into one.

I miss my family, I miss the tribe and everyone in it. The children laughing freely – it’s been a while since I thought of them. But my first day here I ran into an infected child.
I wanted to just get away from it, but it was following me. Eventually I had to punch it in the face to get it to leave me alone. I felt terrible about it – still do, really.

Since coming here I’ve had to really learn how to live life out on the streets. It’s so different from home, but I know it’s important here. Not necessarily safer, but I have to stay here. Not like I’ve got much of a choice anymore at this point. I just hope everyone else is making it  well.

So far I’ve had to dig around in the trash a couple times, but I found some useful things. And some junk things. Cat food,  canned corn, but I found some shotgun shells and handgun ammo too. Met a guy who said that they could be worth a decent amount. His girl gave me something to eat, too. Better than nothing that’s for sure. Been drinking out of wells and such, got lucky so far at least. Wound up in the hospital after trying to kick some infected ass, clumsy me ran into some rusted metal shit. Can’t tell if the girl was sick or trying to flirt with me or something. But  hey I got some food and even a joint of weed from it, can’t complain too much!

I’m exhausted these days. But hopefully it’ll go up from here. Getting a job at the S-Mart for now, we’ll see how it goes.