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The Zombie Plagues Dead Road: The Collected books.
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Author: Geo Dell
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that as
a good sign. It has to be someone, right?
    I can’t imagine being alone.
    I tried to start new cars, old cars,
new trucks, you name it. None of them do anything except turn over.
But at least their batteries are working.
    That was the day I realized that the
daylight seemed to last way too long. My watch wasn’t working, so I
can’t say for sure, but the sun just seemed to hang in the sky all
day, then it seemed to sink in the wrong direction once it did set.
And I was sick all day. My stomach. And I was light
headed.
    The night lasted a long time, and the
sun came back up in the wrong place, unless my sense of direction
is off. Maybe it is. In any case, I don’t know what happened. Maybe
it was the earthquakes? I don’t know. It could’ve been, but it
doesn’t seem possible.
    The end of the world books were saying
the Earth would stop and then run backwards. Maybe it did, but I
didn’t feel weightlessness if it did, or at least I don’t think so.
But I thought about the vehicles, magnetic poles. Maybe because
everything is electronic now they can’t work? I don’t know. It’s
just an idea, but I’m thinking I’ll look for an older vehicle to
try out my theory on. Like I said, I wish I were a mechanic, and
then I’d know.
    I spent a lot of time clearing out the
rock and broken bricks in this cave, bringing food in and even some
chairs, blankets, things like that. I’ve collected a lot of
firewood and every butane lighter I could find. Paper plates,
plastic forks and spoons. And, man oh man, coffee. I found a small
metal coffee pot in an aisle with camping gear. It works pretty
damn well. I got some heavy duty pots and pans there
too.
    All of that over the last few days, but
still no other people. It makes me wonder about the tracks that
went past my house. Where did they go? Where is there to go? I turn
the radio on every once in a while, but nothing. Even so, I’m
keeping my attitude upbeat. Positive. There has to be other people.
Doesn’t that just make sense? Winter can’t last much past May, and
then it will be time to get out of here... hopefully with other
people.
    Candace ~ March 9th
    I saw him! I know there is this other person just across the
river. It was while we were on the way back, and I happened to look
back across the river from the rail trestle, and there he was by
the river bank. Climbing it? I think so, but why? And how can I say
it was the same man that belonged to the footprints? I can't. I
feel it though. I believe it was him. Who else could it have
been?
    I wanted to go back right then. Tom
refused. There was no reason for him to refuse, but he did. We
argued about it. I mean really argued. I hadn't realized or really
even thought about what it is about Tom that I don't like. Maybe a
better way to say that is, what keeps me away from him. Why didn't
I, in all this destruction, hopelessness, just fall into his arms,
or love, or whatever would pass for love in this world? Isn't that
logical? Shouldn't I have? But I didn't, and the reason is that
he's got this attitude about what place a woman has in his world.
It came out today when we argued. I think I picked it up
subconsciously before that though, and it kept me away from
him.
    Anyway I'm not going to go there. I'm
leaving in the morning to go over there and find the man that I
saw. I know that sounds crazy. I know it does, but I'm going. I'm
getting up at sunrise, and I'm going. Jan and Bob said they would
go with me. If Tom doesn't want to go, he doesn't have to. We're
not speaking at all. Lydia seems upset by that. She wants him, but
not at my expense. I guess that makes me like her a little more
than I did.
    I was outside until way after dark
looking for firelight on the other side of the river. I didn't see
any at all. I don't know that area though. Maybe I wouldn't see a
fire over there. Maybe he is being careful. I want to know so much.
When will I know it?
    Mike ~ March 10th ?
(probably)
    Another long day. More trips

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