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shut the TV off.
    Time to go. We have fuelled up the truck, but I noticed it has a small oil leak. We may have to get a new car eventually. We are going to head towards Golden.
     

June 6
     
     
    Golden was weird, but not because of the undead. To get there on the Trans-Canada Highway you have to drive down a long wandering road that loses hundreds of feet of elevation. To the north is a sheer cliff face, and to the south a precipitous drop, with the road clinging to the narrow space between. All the way down there are signs warning of falling rocks, and plenty of evidence that rocks do indeed fall on a regular basis, cleared away by highway crews before they become a problem. The liberal amount of smallish rocks scattered along the road all the way down told the story of how much importance this task had these days. We drove slowly to the bottom of the slope, and there lay the town ahead of us. When we arrived, a barricade had been placed across the highway, and about a dozen armed police and civilians stopped us. They asked us who we were, where we were going, and if any of us was infected. They were polite, asked if anyone needed medical attention, and then escorted us under guard past the barricade. We were taken to a rest stop/gas station where we were further questioned about what we had seen on the Trans Canada recently. After that we were all escorted back to the truck, through town to the other end of the highway, and out the barricade on the far side. They told us that while Golden was not unfriendly, it was closed. Nobody who didn't already live there was going to be allowed in unless they were injured. And if they were infected they'd be shot on sight.
    After that we drove several more kilometers and then pulled over. On the empty stretch of highway we talked about where we'd go. The Explorer is a gas hog, so we know that won't last forever. We have limited food and water. Our ammunition is low, and we only have one weapon with any kind of range. After talking about it, none of us really had any ideas, but we all agreed we were not going to just give up.
    We stopped for the night on a logging road. We ate cold canned soups, and took turns staying awake to keep a watch. I went first, Sarah took middle, and Darren took last. While I was up, I walked around the area the Explorer was in, listening and watching the road. I didn't hear a single other car, or see any lights. No aircraft went over. I saw a moving light way overhead, but I figure it was a satellite. I wonder how long they will last. I seem to remember the Space Station had crew in it. I wonder if they are still up there, watching.
    In the morning we had a cold breakfast and talked some more about what to do. In the end we decided to make for Glacier National Park, and then Revelstoke, and see what conditions there were like. Hopefully we could find another vehicle to siphon the gas from soon.
    About 20 km down the road we came upon a multi-vehicle accident. Six cars had managed to collide, and we couldn't tell where it had started. A silver Miata was upside down in the median, and looked like it had rolled a few times. Behind that was a red Ford Focus with a destroyed front end and four flat tires. The door was open, and glass was everywhere. Behind that were four more cars in similar condition. One, a blue Mustang, had been torn right in half, and another had burned. We could still see smoke coming from the wreckage.
    Right on the ground in front of the Focus was a body, but it was so covered in blood that we couldn't tell if it was a man or a woman. The body was bent oddly, legs sticking out at a strange angle, and Sarah said it looked like the spine was probably shattered. I stopped the truck about 20 meters back from the first car, and we just looked for a long time. Nothing moved, so we decided to check it out. I told Darren to get in the driver’s seat and come get us if anything happened. I took the rifle, made sure it was loaded, and led the way,