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wasn’t a lot of food here, but what we lacked in quantity is more than made up for in quality. There was a case of freeze-dried “gourmet” meals. It seems these folks liked the outdoors, but wanted nothing to do with roasting wieners and making s’mores. There was this stack of bottled water. Also, we found a pair of what I can only call luxury canteens. They have filtration devices in the top. I guess you submerge them in a stream with a weighted attachment. According to the box, thirty minutes later you have a canteen full of “spring-quality water” that you can drink without worrying about dysentery.
    A light snow is falling; we may wait this out a bit longer. Zombies are one thing, but slogging through the snow holds no appeal. We will spend this little break making sure we’ve left nothing useful that we can carry and continue monitoring for any further radio traffic from Las Vegas. By the time we are ready to make that journey…we should be much better armed and equipped. Of course we’ll still need to scavenge, but we will at least have the luxury of not living hand-to-mouth with minimal defensive capabilities.
     
    Wednesday, November 19
     
    I haven’t seen snow like this in ages. And seeing it in such a constant downpour—or whatever you call it—basically it is a blizzard. Only there isn’t much wind. The dead don’t even seem to notice. The ones out front just continue to grip the fence and carry on.
    Heard the megaphone again. But still no radio. Maybe whoever it was got overrun. Or, whatever they were using for power conked out.
     
    Evening
     
    Somebody—or bodies—is close. Maybe it’s the megaphone owner. Whatever the case, we are on high alert. The situation between Dom and Jenifer hasn’t thawed much even after Sean and I explained his…preferences. Maybe the girls are a lot like me and need to be on the move. Neither one has ever actually been in a secure, compound-like environment. Being in this McMansion is a bit like a poorly gilded cage. Of course, if I’d been in a place like this a year ago, I’d have thought that I’d died and gone to heaven.
     
    Saturday, November 22
     
    On the run once more! So little time to write, but if we don’t make it…
     
    Sunday, November 23
     
    I am alone…and I’m freezing. Jenifer…if you or Dominique find this and I’m one of those things …blow my brains out. And if you see those bastards (I’m sure you’ll remember their faces) kill every last one of them.
     
    Monday, November 24
     
    The baby has certainly been feeding off of my anger and frustration. It’s been treating my insides like the speed bag in Rocky . I realized the past few days, while thinking that I may not survive this most recent adventure, that I haven’t written much about my pregnancy. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not about to start, but for selfish reasons I need to give a bit of an explanation.
    First: anybody who picks this up and considers using this as a text of what worked versus what failed is not going to want to read about my swollen feet, hormonal surges, or peculiar upswing in assorted bodily emissions. As my bladder seems to be shrinking exponentially each day, do I really need to log my frequent need to pee? It’s like going to see a comedian who does nothing but airline food jokes and the differences between men and women in their routine. Bo-ring! Men won’t care, and women will either think “Been there, done that, have the stretch marks!” or, get scared to death. Second: I’m honestly not trying to build a deep bond or whatever with a child I don’t intend to keep and raise. Hate me if you must.
     
    Tuesday, November 25
     
    I am stuck under an overpass! I see part of a sign that says “I-205 South THIS EXIT” and I need to get across that interstate. Tonight, once it gets dark, I’ll move.
    I am certain that this group has Jenifer. I am pretty sure they have Dominique. I put my trusty spike-spear through Sean’s head.
    I was