People were fucking crazy today. Not the usual amount of crazy, but old-school reality-tv level crazy.

I get it. Drama happens in a small community, and can’t get much smaller than an island that still has its infected (which seriously, we should look into getting completely cleaned up sometime soon), and the economy is still building itself upward. But damn, does it boil over sometimes.

Don’t get me wrong. Me and Kitten had our fights. Huge blowouts sometimes, screaming at each other loud enough you’d think the infected would be wandering it for miles looking for an easy meal. Never came to blows (although a few things may have been thrown at each other), but there was that wonder if traveling together was the best thing.

We’ve always been close. Even with a six-year age gap, we’ve stayed close. I was her big brother, helping keep her safe from the assholes and the creeps. Making sure she was always taken care of in whatever ways I can. So even if I was pissed, even if we disagreed on a direction, I would never leave her, no matter how mad I got and how much I thought, “Fuck it, she’s a big girl. She can take care of herself.” Fleeting thoughts, and ones I would have gutted myself on a rock if I ever followed through.

Good news today, though – Found a couple abandoned buildings with still working spaces. Maybe we could start earning some cash on our own. I don’t mind working for others, but I always worked better for myself. We’ll just have to see if we can get the capital and the commodities to make it work. Worst that happens is we go nowhere and no one knows that we tried to do anything. Best that happens? We establish ourselves and don’t have to dig in the fucking trash any more for expired chocolate.