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Journal Entry #45

Sorry I have not written in a couple days, you know how it is, I have a hard time getting in the mindset of writing even though these days I have plenty of time. It has been a while since I found this journal in my cabin. Four months to be exact. I know I said I was going to write everyday, but I was never one to always stick to doing this.

I'm nearing the end of my meat supply. Game is hard to find this time of year, but tracking what is left is easier with the occasional snow.

I might get moving soon, I haven't seen many people within the last four months, just the usual helicopters, planes, and cars down on the highways. I am starting to get lonely, I was fine uptill three weeks ago, then I realized I need to find people. The radio suggests that there are safe cities, mostly major cities. I could drive somewhere, I have the gas, but that would mean going out and killing those monsters. Are there any left? Are there more? Radio says more people are becoming infected everyday...that could be dangerous, but I can't stay here much longer. No.


James could not think of anything else to write and so he snapped shut his journal and sat there for a moment. Like a statue James sat there in his red plaid shirt and light grey jeans. His beard lay supported in the cup of his hand, his eyes staring steadily out the front window to where Highgate once was. There was nothing left now except a snow filled crater. Even from this far out James could tell that the city no longer existed. It was gone along with everyone there. James spent a lot of the time processing what had happened the day it vanished, he wasn't exactly sure why it had happened but he had a few theories. The saddest part was that everyone that was still there had died, there was no way anyone could survive an attack like that. Leo was gone, he should have taken Leo with him, now his blood was on his hands.

Once James had finished thinking he finally moved. He sat up from his chair and walked over to the fire place; the kettle was hissing and steam was spewing out of the top. James carefully removed the kettle from above the fire and poured the hot water into a mug and mixed in a bag of tea. Six more, six more mornings James thought as he counted the remaining tea bags. James had the privilege to have one cup of tea every morning for the last two months, but soon he would no longer have that enjoyment.

-------3 HOURS LATER-------

Snowflakes were falling to the ground but melted almost immediately it wasn't cold enough for it to stick to the ground but the air in the Rocky Mountains was cold enough to turn the rain into snow, which was very fortunate for James who was crouched behind a tree. In his hands was a hunting rifle locked and loaded. James went out early this morning to see if he could catch an animal for dinner but so far he had no luck. The tree animals were gone by this time of the year and the deer and other mammals were already seeking hibernation. James was pressed for food and a deer would be the perfect thing to catch now, even a mountain goat would suffice.

Inhaling a deep breath James moved from the tree and looked down his scopes, peering through the woods. There was nothing in sight and there was nothing on the ground around him. James took a yellow piece of cloth and a nail and hammered it to a nearby tree. After a couple more minutes of walking James came across some good luck.

"Finally" Murmured James as he knelt down and placed his hands in a small crater in the mud. Wolf Tracks.