Day 315: We're going to Alcatraz tomorrow. Found a boat down by an old pier, fixed that up to get us out to The Island. I'm not sure, again, what we'll find there, but I just have a feeling we'll find something. Today we checked out most of the rest of the city, but we didn't find anything else. Well, we found an old mall and went in. Got some new jeans and some shirts for all of us at... I think it was either Abercrombe and Fitch or Aeropostale. The sign was all worn out. Got some Pepsis and a few Mt. Dews out of a broken vending machine. I've decided that, if the water's untainted in the bay, we'll all go in and have a good wash (I found some soap in one of the bathrooms at the mall).
We haven't seen any of Them or anything else alive here since we arrived. It's making me feel apprehensive, don't ask me why. It seems like we should at least see something.
If I were over-dramatic I'd say... it's quiet. Too quiet.
Day 316: We're in Alcatraz tonight. Haven't seen anything yet, but Joe claimed he heard yelling on one side of the island. That concerned me, but it took us most of the day to get out here by rowboat, so we were all exhausted. We'll have a look tomorrow, and see if we can dig up some coffee around here somewhere.
Something interesting to note: It doesn't fume here. I saw fumes coming up all over the city earlier, but we were on the island and there wasn't anything here. Of course, I'm not worried about fumings anymore save for the safety of Joe and the kid, but it's interesting. Alcatraz would almost make a good location for a survival village.
Joe's sick. He's got a fever, and he's coughing. He passed out every time the fumes came on the mainland, but now he just stays awake and coughs. I'm just glad we're in a place where there aren't any fumes. He was talking about needing to be where the fumes were, but I don't think that's a good idea. Besides, he was probably delirious.
Tomorrow, the kid'll stay here with Joe and I'll go ahead and scout out the rest of the island, maybe even take a look at the jail cells.
Day 318: I haven't had time to write over the past few days, but now's a good time to because we've settled into a lull. But first and foremost: We found another survivor. What's better, it's a woman. Her name's Lindy Flynn. She's my age... which worried the kid for some reason. We found her locked in a jail cell yelling and shaking the bars. She said so many profanities I almost reached for the kid's ears only to remember that he wasn't with me. This was the first time we've been separated since it started.
Anyway, I got her out, and she tried to attack me, but I wrestled her to the floor and did my best to calm her down. After I did that, she just started sobbing and fell apart. I didn't really know what to do... it's been so long since I was around a girl. I made a vow then and there that I would keep her alive, no matter what. She's just as important as Joe or the boy to me now.
Once I got her calmed down, she fell asleep and I carried her back to camp. Joe said he'd watch her and the kid while I went to look for other stuff. Apparently, we're not the only survivors here. After I came back from scouting (which proved futile), Lindy was coherent and told me that her boyfriend, Vick Corbin, is here somewhere, but she didn't know where. That kind of worried me. What boyfriend in his right mind would let a girl like that get locked in a cell--Lindy still hasn't said how she got there--and leave her to hide out somewhere? It doesn't make sense. That guy's got nothing on me. He's not the guy for her.
I also found some coffee, which was good. Gave that to Joe, and he said it made him feel a bit better (although I saw him take a few swigs of whiskey before I gave it to him). The kid really likes Lindy, and that's a good thing. They get along real well, and I'm glad of it. It took a while for the kid to get accustomed to Joe, but Lindy's something else. She can cook too.
Day 319: I found Vick today. He's bald, and his eyes are a wierd shade of light brown (almost yellow, which made me suspicious) but that's all I saw of him before he took a shot at me with a nicely-maintained M1A1 he had and ran away. I don't like that guy. Lindy said, "He scares me a lot... and he hit me once," as she felt a bruise on her arm, "but he's really good at survival, and he protects me."
I wasn't happy about that. We're the ones who'll be protecting her now. Vick's not healthy for us. He's gotta go.
I gave Lindy most of our food, because we always seem to find more here. She ate it like she hadn't eaten in a few days. I didn't like that. The more I think about this Vick guy, the more I don't like him. Next time I see him, he's going to get a talking-to.
Day 320: Lindy's not a Christian. The kid suggested that we pray and read from the Bible, but when I checked with Lindy she said she didn't want to. Later, I told Joe to pray for her, and I have been too. Hopefully God'll work something out.
I haven't made any contact with Vick, although, I must admit... I've set up some man-sized booby traps that'll cause some trouble for him. It's only a matter of time now.
My scouting was successful today, because I found an old M16 in one of the guard houses hidden behind a locker with a false back. It had a full magazine, and a few extras. I cleaned it earlier, and it looks like it works. I'll be taking that with me on my scouting tomorrow. The only problem is, you can't refill M16 rounds.
Day 321: I saw Vick again today. That guy's really good at hiding, but at the same time, he's not very vigilant. I saw him relieving himself off the edge of one of the cliffs with his back turned to me and his M1A1 sitting on a rock beside him. I could've sneaked up behind him, but I didn't. If he got ahold of that M1A1, he could've, and would've killed me.
I also found some antibiotics in a first aid kit, and gave them to Joe. He's really sick, and it just seems to be getting worse. I'm worried about him.
Day 322: Lindy and I talked last night. I told her about how I found the kid and Joe found us, and about our journey here and the SUV. I asked her what her past was, but she didn't tell me a whole lot. She said she was from Oregon, and when it hit she was coming to visit relatives in Los Angeles with Vick. Apparently they've had little to no contact with Them, aside from a few run-ins that Vick "took care of" she said. I told her that she was safe with us and she thanked me. She also said that Vick wasn't welcome in this group, and that if we took him in she would leave. They must not have been having the best of times. Of course, I was all to happy to say that Vick wasn't going to come along with us, so we agreed on that.
There was a steady wind blowing from the mainland today, and when there was a fuming on shore the fumes blew over here and Joe passed out. He was out for almost five hours and talking incoherently pretty much the whole time. He kept on calling for somebody or something, and he didn't seem happy about it.
The kid watches Joe day and night now, and he hardly pays any attention to Lindy anymore. I'm worried about him too.
Another piece of useful info: Lindy's immune to the fumes. She said that she always has been. I'm not sure what's up with that, but I intend to find out. She said that Vick doesn't have a gasmask, but he puts a cloth over his mouth when the fumes come and he coughs. That made me wonder. I tried the cloth technique and it didn't work at all. I passed out every time. Vick either has strong lungs or he's immune too. I'm definitely going to talk with him the next time I see him.
Day 323: I heard blood-curdling screams and some chants last night from the mainland. Joe was incoherent, and Lindy was shaking. The kid was, as usual, unphased, and I was scared to death but I didn't show it. I kept telling Lindy to be brave, but she kept on burying her face in her hands and sobbing. I'm worried about her, but not half as worried as I am for Joe. He hasn't eaten in days, and I can't hold a normal conversation with him. He seemed a tiny bit better after that one fuming, so I'm led to believe he needs to be near the fumes. It only makes sense because I was sick just like he was, and after I got better I was immune. I'm going to take Joe, Lindy and the kid back to the mainland early tomorrow, then we'll come back before dark and after a few fumings. I'll have to make sure to bring the kid's gasmask.
Today we hung around our camp (we're snugly camped out inside an office. Might've been the warden's at one point) and didn't go out for anything. I tried to get the electric going, but the whole power grid must be completely shot. It's been cloudy the past few nights, but sunny in the day. That wierds Lindy out for some reason.
I don't like it being so dark at night.
Day 324: We just got back from the mainland, and it's already after dark. Three of Them chased us back to the boat after the last fuming of the evening. Joe was perfectly coherent, although he was sweating and coughing. He didn't pass out after the last fuming, thank God. They chased us all the way back to the dock, screaming all the way. We heard loud chanting from a building pretty far away, and that freaked Lindy and Joe and I out. The kid wasn't afraid though. He just eyed them passively.
I think that Joe's going to be better soon. I was only sick for about four days, although it's been a bit longer than that. He talked to Lindy today, and she seemed to like him. She gets startled a lot, and she shakes and talks fast when she's scared, but she's been pretty calm since we got back to Alcatraz.
Fact: They can't swim, and they're scared to death of water. We're safe here, unless they find some way over.
Day 325: Vick got trapped today. I found him trussed up in a hallway, hanging upside down by his foot from the roof by a thick rope snare I had set up. He had dropped is M1A1, so he was completely harmless. I asked him why he had been hiding, but all he did was snarl. I didn't want to aggravate him further, so I just looked at him for a while.
He's really thick. Not fat, just thick. Stocky. Not the kind of guy you would want to go up against in a fist fight. His eyes were watering, and he seemed to be repulsed by the light coming in the windows. That made me even more suspicious than the fact that his was foaming at the mouth. When I tried to talk again, I'd hardly got out the first word when he screamed so loud my ears were ringing. I picked up his M1A1 that very second and backed off.
I was faced with a moment of indecision. I didn't know what to do. I don't mind saying it, I was seriously considering shooting him and ending it right then and there, but I didn't. I just walked away and left him there. I'm going to check on him tomorrow, and if he's any worse off, I'm going to shoot him.
Day 326: Vick's gone. Completely gone. He must've had a knife on him or something, but he cut himself down somehow and now he's loose. He doesn't have a gun though, and we have five, so we've got him outgunned and outmanned. I barricaded the door to the office just in case though.
Joe's doing a lot better today. He's still coughing, and his temperature, I guessed, is at about 99, but he says he feels much better. The kid counted, he got a good five fumings the day before yesterday. We might go to the mainland again tomorrow, but I'm not sure if I want to risk it. If I can kill or get rid of Vick, this is the perfect place to start a survival colony. So long as we find other survivors.
Day 327: I saw Vick again today. He was sitting on a rock sharpening a long stick with a switchblade. He's obviously arming himself so that if we have another run-in he'll be able to defend himself. I couldn't get a clear shot at him though, so I let him be.
I'm not going to leave Vick and Joe and the kid alone anymore, it's too risky. We can't go to the mainland, because we've been hearing the chanting and screaming all day and all night, so we'll stay here. They must be getting more bold.
We've still got the boat, though, and unless Vick takes it, we'll go to back to Oakland to get a few more fumings for Joe tomorrow.
Day 328: The SUV's in downtown San Francisco, and we're spending the night in Oakland tonight as it appears to be safe. We've all agreed that tomorrow we'll go back to Alcatraz and load everything up, collect some food supplies, search for ammunition, and then row back to Oakland. Lindy, the kid and Joe'll stay there while I go over the bridge to downtown San Francisco and see if I can get the SUV. If I make it, our next destination is Los Angeles.
Lindy said that the boat in which she and Vick came to Alcatraz with was moored on the eastern side of the island, and that it was bigger than the rowboat. I'm planning on smashing up the rowboat before we leave and deserting Vick there.
We're going to pray whether Lindy likes it or not.
Day 329: We left for Alcatraz again today in the rowboat. Lindy said we could pray and that she hoped it would help. "It will," the kid said, "it usually does."
We heard chanting from downtown Frisco in the buildings while we were rowing, but it stopped abruptly. I feel like they knew I was coming. We loaded up the stuff from camp and found a few boxes of M16 ammo in a locker, then smashed up the rowboat and took the other boat back to Oakland where I left Lindy, Joe and the kid. I didn't see anything of Vick, and the chanting didn't happen again that day.
I walked all the way across the bridge to downtown San Francisco, trying to remember where I put the SUV. I finally found it after a short run-in with one of Them (it ran away yelling when it saw me) and I got out as fast as I could. There was a fuming just after I left, and I heard the chanting start up again. When I got back to Oakland, we loaded everything up and cyphened some gas out of the surrounding vehicles. The fumes don't seem to taint gasoline, so it all worked out fine.
Right now, the kid and Lindy are asleep in the back, and Joe's driving, giving me a chance to write about today. It's after dark, but we're going to drive all night and hopefully make it to Los Angeles by dawn. We can't go nearly as fast as we did from Vegas to Frisco, because all the roads are really bad. There was a dust storm earlier, so we had to stop and wait until it abaited. I'm going to catch some sleep until Joe's ready, then I'll take over.
I need a good watch.
Day 331: Didn't write yesterday. We got to Los Angeles yesterday afternoon, but had lunch just before we went into the city.
Lindy seems to be doing a lot better. At one point Joe went to the back to get some rest while the kid played with his dice in the back seat and Lindy moved up to the front with me. We had a good talk for about an hour, and I even made her laugh. That felt good.
We haven't seen anyone since we got here, although I think I might've spotted something in a window at one point. We went to another mall, and I got Lindy a purse and filled it with some stuff I think she'll like (I'm not going to tell her about it until tomorrow night though. We're going to have a party for Joe because he's better) and she got some new boots, jeans and another shirt. I also got the kid another stuffed animal (it's a big giraffe) and Joe a good-looking plaid jacket. I got the necessities too, some more jeans, shirts, soap, toothpaste and some backpacks for all of us.
It's really amazing how God's provided for us, although Lindy said it's just luck. Any time we've needed food, He's given it to us. Any time we need clothes, He provides them. He gave me immunity to the fumes, and He gave us Joe and Lindy, and the guns, and the SUV, and all of these things we hold dear.
I'm looking forward to tomorrow night. It should be fun, and that's something we haven't had in a long time.
There was a fuming yesterday and the kid forgot to put his gasmask on. I should've payed more attention. He passed out and woke up gasping for air. That really freaked the rest of us out, Lindy the most. She seems to like him a lot. I don't know what I'd do if he died.
Day 332: The party was great. After we found a huge, huge mansion in Beverley hills, we all got washed up and put on our new clothes, we headed over to a nice place to look at the Hollywood sign. The fumes had yellowed it a little bit, an one of the 'L's was lopsided, so it was barely visible. As I was building a nice big bonfire with Joe, the kid said, "Look, Lindy. It says Holywood. That's what The Cross is. It's holy wood."
That brought tears to Joe's eyes, and I have to admit I had a lump in my throat. I didn't see Lindy's reaction. Later on, we drank some Dr. Peppers I found in an almost empty grocery store, and exchanged presents. Lindy really liked the purse, and I was glad to see a smile cross her face. She really is pretty when she smiles.
Joe got me a baseball cap at Aeropostale, a nice, sturdy-looking belt and some tall hiking boots. The kid absolutely loved the giraffe, and he promptly named it Mr. Tobias Ringley. That kind of wierded Lindy out, but Joe and I just laughed. We all had a really good time, and didn't get to bed 'til late. Lindy and the kid are sleeping now, and Joe's just looking at the stars. What a great night.
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