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Found more food. It wasn't much, and it was bulging out of the can with blight, but it was food…of some kind. Maybe creamed corn, or pea soup, hard to tell which it was. I even got a peek of the sun today! It wasn't much, but hell, I'm not going to complain. No, of course it's not completely dark, but more like overcast during the day, and boy does the light hurt the eyes! Fucking assholes…had to go push the button…several times. They successfully wiped out the large cities and whatever supplies were within, but inadvertently spoiled crops world over. I have no idea how the rest of the world is going, nor do I care. I'm looking out for number 1 now. Oh yeah. I saw another human today. She was holed up in the old high school. I couldn't tell how old she was, but she looked older than me I think, it was hard to tell under all the dirt. Anyways, she told me to get out of her sight, or she'd blow off my balls. (She had some kind of hunting rifle it looked like, with a scope and everything) Needless to say, I beat a hasty retreat. However tonight, I'm going to have a little fun thinking about her…if you get my drift.

Saw the woman again today. She was hunting for food, and apparently came up empty. I followed her through town until she broke down and started crying. I called out to her, and she snapped around, bringing that lethal looking cannon to point right at my chest. Obviously she didn't blast me; instead, she wilted to the ground, and started crying more. Me, being the epitome of male stupidity, didn't know what was wrong. But from the look of her, she hadn't had food in maybe three days. So, being the idiot I am I left several apples I had found in a tree in the park earlier. She would have found them, except maybe the fact she didn't have the strength to go that far.

Nevertheless, I got her attention, and told her what was in the bag, so she wouldn't shoot me when I approached her. I kept my gaze at the cracked pavement, so I wouldn't offend her or anything, Hey, I want to live after all!

When she finally tugged the dusty backpack from my grasp, I turned and walked away. She may have called 'thanks' a few seconds later; I wasn't exactly paying attention. I just wanted to get back home, out from under the oppressive (hey, I know it's a lame word to use, but sue me, the damned sky is oppressive)

So anyway, my stomach is grumbling, and I didn't get to look down her shirt. All in all, not a good day.

I must have made a friend. When I woke up and went outside this morning, I found a pair of motorcycle goggles, accompanied by a note that read: Thank you for the apples, you'll never know how much I appreciated them. I noticed you didn't have anything to protect your eyes from the UV, so here are some extras I have.

She didn't sign her name or anything, but I admit I was touched by her gesture.

And yes, the goggles did make walking around in the daylight (as it were) much more comfortable. I hated taking them off when I washed off in the creek down the block. (By the way, the water is looking more and more healthy, I don't think drinking it would cause another bout of diarrhea like last time) On my way back, I came across either a beaver or groundhog; I'm not sure which it was.

After I cooked him (or her) thoroughly, I took a little for myself, then took the rest the block and a half to the school. I called out that I had found an animal, and there was plenty left that I'd leave it on the front steps. I sure as shit hope she heard me, or that she trusted me enough to eat it, because my stomach wanted me to forego chivalry, and eat it all. Oh well I guess, old habits are like the people nowadays…they don't die.

Sorry for the delinquent entry, I got hung up and had to lay low while a deader stared right at me for the better part of my Monday. I wasn't sure how many were still in this part of town, and knowing just how far the sound of a shot will travel, decided to wait him out. After I realized that he was by himself, I laid back with a smile on my face, and watched his comical display. He would stare off into the distance like he knew he was looking at the sky. Creepy as hell. Tired of my game, I picked up a fist-sized rock and heaved it at his head, somehow managing to pop him on the shoulder instead of missing him completely. The shot knocked him to the pavement. I moved up to him, walking on the balls of my feet (eventually, it becomes second nature) and slid my knife into the back of his skull. Sure, he'd provided me with amusement, but I didn't want him stumbling about, now did I? Besides, I feel sorry for them on a certain level. Sick huh?

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