Week 29, Monday

I've met two women since the time I was here. One reminded me of Maya and the other of my sister. I apparently am going to be a supply runner. I've volunteered for the next runs, because I hear both are going to be dangerous. Hopefully others will find strength in someone willing to go with ease, so maybe we'll have a good amount.

It should be a good run from what I hear, murmurs of solar panels. If the actual person has the efficiency to set them up correctly, then the community will benefit greatly.

(OOC: 28 Weeks Later, it makes me happy. Also, backdated obviously)


Week 28, Friday

I arrived in Haven and took this book with me. It's been 196 days since we left Little Rock, almost a year since the Virus. Time seemed to stand still for a long time. Turns out they were right, there are survivors up here. Tough and paranoid, just like I expected.

Maya should have been beside me. Should have made it to those gates, it's not fair that I made it. These people wouldn't believe everything that happened..not that I made it here alone without the others. They wouldn't keep me if they did.

I couldn't blame them.

( Tell the rambler, the gambler, the back-biter. Sooner or later God's gonna cut 'em down. )