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That's because Tom wants me, and she wants Tom. Maybe
that will fix itself before I have to fix it by leaving and going
on my own.
    Today we decided to see if
the city was any better on the other side of the river. It isn't.
We crossed the river, the Black river, on a railroad trestle. There is a traffic
bridge, and it looks passable, but it's clogged with cars and some
of those cars look purposely placed to block it off. That creeped
me out.
    We walked across the trestle,
carefully, and went up State street. There's a store there, a
supermarket, and we found tracks in the snow. One person. A man I
would guess from the boot tread.
    I can not tell you what that was like.
Seeing a footprint left by someone else. Someone else alive in this
whole mess. I felt connected to him. I can't say it or explain it
any better than that. Like a connection existed forever and I only
had to find it. I tried to explain it to Lydia but she just
shrugged. We have this thing with Tom between us though. She wants
him; he wants me. I don't want him. It could be so Goddamn simple,
but it isn't.
    Except the footprints.
Maybe the footprints are the answer. I think they are. I believe
they are. We just need to find the person, the man, that goes with those
footprints and... And I don't know. I really don't. But I think
he'll know.
    The only bad thing today,
we came across a dead man laying crumpled by the side of the road.
I could have sworn he moved, so I hurried to him. But as I got
closer, I could see that he was dead. Long dead. We stood for a
moment and then walked on. Later when we came back he was gone, and
I thought, was he
dead? Was he? But I know that he was. I suppose that wild dogs or
something got him. We didn't talk about it, but it bothered all of
us.
    Mike ~ March 9th
    Maybe it’s March ninth. I guess I
really don’t know. But that’s what I think it is, so that’s what
I’m going with.
    It’s late. I spent today getting food,
canned stuff mostly. It was rough. Almost everything is flattened,
and what isn’t flattened is badly damaged. I spent about five hours
a few days ago digging my way into a supermarket on State Street.
The roof was down but held up by the tops of the aisle stacks, so I
was able to make my way through. I just had to be really careful of
broken glass. That was where I went back to today.
    I had no flashlight at first, but I
managed to get a small flashlight and batteries. I had to take so
much stuff out of the front area of the store, that all the impulse
stuff they sell was right there, candy, little radios, and of
course flashlights and batteries. I tried a small portable radio.
Nothing but static on the A.M. and F.M. bands both. I brought it
back with me along with some extra batteries. I listened to it a
short while ago; still nothing. Maybe tomorrow.
    I spent the day at the supermarket
digging out canned goods and bringing them back here.
    Here is a cave. The cave is down in
back of the square, downtown as it’s called. I knew about it from
growing up here. It used to be bricked up. The quake took care of
that though. I was worried about the cave itself collapsing, but it
seems to be fine.
    It’s only about a mile and a half from
here to the supermarket, but with no vehicle it’s slow going. I’ve
been piling stuff up on a large sled and making trips back and
forth.
    I found several cars and trucks,
snowmobiles, but none of them will run. Most of them have no juice,
but even the ones that do just turn over but won’t fire up. Maybe
if I was a mechanic I could do something, but I’m not. So, it’s the
sled and a lot of muscle work.
    I did notice today, after not going
there for two days, that no one else had been there either. No
tracks in the fresh snow. It’s depressing. No way can I be the only
freaking guy here, right? And that made me wonder, what the hell am
I writing this for? I mean, if there’s no one left, who will read
it? I guess those are questions for another day. Another