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us. We drove back to the main highway.
    We headed south again, away from Jasper. My plan was to make it to the Trans-Canada Highway and go farther into the mountains. We didn't see anything but the odd abandoned car and some mountain goats for a while. It was eerie, but we made good time. The endless parade of vehicles seemed to have vanished. When we got to the Lake Louise turnoff there was a convoy of half a dozen cars and trucks about to head the way we had just come from. We stopped and talked to them, and we traded news. They had come from Calgary, and were the last living things to leave the city, as far as they knew. The place was littered with the walking dead now, they told us. We told them about Jasper being overrun. Sarah, Darren, and I talked it over, and we decided we would continue with our plan. We left the convoy still talking about what they were going to do, and headed for the Trans Canada. We stopped by another Explorer, abandoned on the road, and I siphoned the tank out into ours, and got more than half a tank worth that way. Sarah didn't even blink at the long rubber hose I kept in the back of the truck.
    We got to Field in British Colombia, and stopped at a rest stop. We're still here now. We pulled off the road a bit and parked the car behind a garage. The whole town is empty. We haven't seen or heard anything moving around since we got here, and we haven't been brave enough to go exploring. Darren is creeped out, and Sarah wants to raid the clinics here before we leave. It's amazing how something as simple as the dead returning to life can completely turn a normally law abiding paramedic such as her into a B&E artist! Enough for now, we have to decide what to do.
     

June 3, Field BC
     
     
    We broke into a doctor's office yesterday, and Sarah pointed out the important things to take. We stocked up on bandages, suture kits, and a few insulin shots (just in case), plus plenty of things that I just had no idea what they were for. All three of us were quiet and spooked, and we all agreed it felt like we were being watched, though we still haven't seen anyone around town. We also went over to a grocery store, and pretty much cleaned out as much in the way of canned goods as we could find. It wasn't much. The place was nearly empty when we went in.
    We've decided to leave Field as soon as I am done this entry. We find it just too creepy here, and want to move on.
    While we were here we turned on a TV in the clinic, and caught the last CNN transmission out of New York. A reporter there had retreated to the roof of one of the buildings with a camera, and was aiming it around the city. Smoke was visible from several places, and a fire was burning at street level right below the tower she was in. She then reported that the CDC had sent a report about how fast the infection had spread. Within two weeks it was worldwide. It also worked quickly. A person contracting the virus could expect to die within 24 hours, following a series of flu and stroke-like symptoms. Within 20 minutes the body re-animates, and the new zombie immediately attempts to kill and devour the first living human it sees. The zombies are pretty stupid, exhibiting no problem-solving ability, and appear to have bad balance, poor sense of smell, and the IQ of a drowned cat. The reporter then told the audience she herself had been bitten, showed us the wound on her arm (it looked terrible…bits of flesh were missing), and reported that her symptoms were about on par with a very bad cold. She announced her intention to jump off the building, hoping that her fall would kill her and that her body would not reanimate due to sufficient injury from the impact with the ground. We watched in horrified fascination as she aimed the camera down at the street below, where thousands of the walking dead were milling about. The camera stayed that way for a few minutes while the reporter said her goodbyes, then it went black. A CNN logo screen came on, and we