Still searching for our patch of green. I call it our utopia now, because that's surely a paradise compared to all the shithole cities Roxy and I pass through. We'll know when we're close because the air will be clearer. It's hell here, I tell ya. Children and their parents dying because of the toxic fumes, wanderers getting nabbed by beasts... My daughter and I are lucky to have not yet gotten sick. Very lucky. Could still happen, though.
Oh yes sirree.
I miss Wanda. I miss her with all my heart and so does Roxy. We miss our little boy, Ben, too. The illness in the air got to them and there was nothing we could do about it. My heart is broke, but at least I still have my little girl.
Thank you, God.
That's enough of my depressing rambling. I ain't gonna sit around and die with the rest of the planet. Not without a fight. People think I'm crazy for going on this journey. Well, they're crazy for not at least giving it a try! If we have a chance to make things right again, why the hell not try? I love this planet, I love this country.
Most importantly, I love my daughter.
We're sitting outside of a city we once called home. Gathered everything we could and everyone we could, to go with us. I feel prepared and so does she. That's plenty of confidence to get me goin'.
Just another hour. It's been a couple since I last announced to the folks that they were welcome to come with us. I see some people up ahead right now, in fact. Bless their souls.