August 2nd, 2033
Still up along the coast. Since the fires and the heavy influx of troopers drove me from Lake Casitas, I’ve kept moving north despite my body’s objections.
My feet are bleeding, my legs are tired, my back is aching, my mind is reeling and my heart is broken, – other than that I guess you could say I am doing all right. Better than most, that’s for sure.
This is all so crazy.
Almost a month in and I haven’t a clue as to what is going on out there. I have snippets from a dream and a few hours of direct observation to work from, – it’s not much. If I want to get a handle on things I am going to have to seek out other survivors and swap information.
Are there others?
Where are they?