Fiction.

So much for the meetup location. I circled around from the north and found it already occupied by some pretty dirty-looking people who are in no way my friends, so I split before the baby I was carrying could wake up and start making noise. I’m not trying to be misanthropic or antisocial, here, it’s just that I’ve had some bad experiences lately with people, regardless of whether they walk or shamble.

Also, I’m leaving the laptop in this abandoned house. I can’t keep carrying a baby and a laptop and supplies for 1.5 people all the way to the mountains. Thanks for the support, though, Haduken. I hope you all made it out of Richmond okay.

Speaking of a baby, if I’m the only hope he’s got, he’s probably screwed. Let’s just say that they don’t put very good directions on diapers. But I figured it out eventually and I stole a bunch of extras and I think we’re good now. I mean, the species survived ice ages, plague, and literally millennia of not properly washing its hands. This kid ought to be able to handle being brought up by me.

Hang on, there’s some kind of truck coming down the street right now, with someone hanging out the window shouting “Come out, you’re safe.” Which, seriously: like I believe that. No way. I can’t take risks anymore, not with this kid in tow.

As soon as the truck passes, Baby Ross and I are heading out the back window and heading for the mountains. I’m getting the feeling that life has just become a huge pain in my ass, but we’ll make it. You’ll see.

THE END