No movement anywhere. I’ve been starting to wonder if we’ve wandered in the wrong direction, implying any one direction is worse than the other. I’m not the only one that has been starting to get curious. We barely talk to each other but every once in a while we share a story or two, basically consisting of murder and loot. Sometimes I’ll talk about the Dreamer and he’ll talk about his “famous” concoctions of chemicals and mutated plants. All natural he says, as natural as radiation poisoning.
Rabies is doing good, but there have been less and less vermin that he has been able to catch. Makes me think about the lack of life. The lack of life that’s unusual. I feel like there hasn’t been much to do except walk, and for the first time, I’m actually hoping I’ll come across a town or something. I have steam that I have to let out. I have people that I want to kill. But no, nothing will let me get near what I want.
The Bandit, he has an eye for coordination. Which I thought was completely impossible due to the fact that he couldn’t even look straight when I first met him. He’s got this thing for colors. Most importantly, I don’t have to feed him. He manages to get his own food, and doesn’t bother gutting whatever I catch. I watch him as he opens the animal up and take out the intestines, stomach, heart, pancreas, and other stuff. He learned this from his family, though needless to say, they weren’t as enthusiastic about it as he was but in the end there wasn’t much they could say about it.
He said his name was Swift. I can see why anybody would call him that, which is probably why sometimes I wake up over three times a night and check to see if my throat isn’t slit.
He was looking out into the horizon when he told me that there was probably another town approximately 20 miles ahead. “I can smell the humanity.” He said, “And I know it’s not coming from you, Dollface.”
What the fuck is a doll?
I hate to say it, but he was actually right. He obviously didn’t smell the humanity, he fucked his nose up while snorting the wrong chems. Maybe he felt it? Yeah, I’m not too sure about that one either. The town was on the shore of a river, and there was only one building that seemed too be poorly stacked, yet stable. They have electricity, nearly every single window had light shining from it, the luxury is just. Wow.
We decided to hang outside for a little while trying to see if anybody would actually come outside and ask us why we were here or what we were doing. We ended up standing for an hour and then decided that we should at least take a look at this place. I noticed it was leaning forward a tiny bit, it didn’t seem like it was something that I should worry about.
It was empty.
Twenty stories and not a sound from anything other than the generator that kept all the lights running. We weren’t so sure what to do with this place, so I guess we did what anybody would do. Go through everything, pocket it, trash the place, get fucked up, rinse, and repeat.
My head hurts so badly. It’s been a long time since I actually had fun. I think Rabies is more drunk than Swift though. He dragged him into a bathtub and is cuddling him. I underestimated the strength of my bunny. Especially when I woke up with his leash wrapped around my torso.
Maybe this no people thing might work out for the better.
Catch up if you’re lost, or else nobody will like you. http://thepostapocalypticpost.wordpress.com/2012/01/10/1-9-3192/