02.17.22

11:43 Sierra

the cold dark alleys have started to cloud my vision, the temp can be much above 0 and my hand, or rather where it used to be is painfully cold. Bravo is shivering, huddled next to my leg, i’ve got him wrapped in my jacket and we keep each other warm. the doc is awake, barely, we’ve been slowly trudging our way through the west bottoms and into the abandoned buildings that still have walls, no helicopters in last two weeks, no other alive humans to be seen. no fires, no smoke, not even a whisper of steam coming from the piles of humanity left to rot. I have not seen any other activity on western edge so that’s where we’re headed, will be hard to cross river, but I’m sure we’ll find a way. I have three pieces of hard candy I found on dead jihadist, looks like something you would get at a sonic, it will have to do for now… fuck it’s cold

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16:29 Sierra

the snow is pilin up and and I’ve found a vehicle that will run, gas is low, but it may get me across the old bridge and into strawberry hill before we’re noticed, will wait until dark, the reflection of the snow will be light enough for me to at least see a few yards in front of us, its not likely that we will encounter anyone, but i’ve kicked out the windshield and put the shotgun in the middle, I’ll have two shots at whatever we should meet. Doc is mumbling about his head hurting, Bravo is bored, hasn’t alerted to anyone or thing so that is a good thing… i need some sort of pain killer, something that will numb this throbbing where my hand used to be, the cold doesn’t help,, wonder if the heater in this pile of metal works, its an old, probably 12 or 13 ford , no back seat,, someone ripped it out to either burn, or use as a shield. Bravo is lying out of the wind, and seems very comfy on the hump… Doc won’t shut the hell up, mumbles a lot, fidgets with his bag of med stuff ¬†constantly, I’m pretty sure he’s somewhere in there,, but right now he’s just out there.. snow again, off in the north, gunships are taking something out, lots of small arms fire, too far away to matter for us.. we must get across the river and into the hill.. dog hears something….

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