Night 9 - Roadtripping

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Anna and Georges came back without fuel. They didn't even put a foot inside a city. While they were walking looking for it they get lost. I can't believe them !

However they decided to steal a car. That's an arguable decision. I mean someone paid and owned this car but with the App-ocalypse a lot of people decided to stay home. Or they turned into Sleepers. As a matter of fact since we left the city we didn't see a lot of cars on the road. And we didn't try to talk to their drivers, passing them by without braking fearing they may try to kill us to get some food.

So stealing a car seems ok to me and is probably a fair thing on our situation. They came back with this car and we just abandoned the bus.

I feel weird about that. Leaving the bus behind I mean. It's stupid but it was one more thing from my previous life I abandoned there. I left my bed and my house and my school and now even the bus. I know it is stupid but I can't help but feel... I don't know. Nostalgic? Displeased?

All I know is that I've been through a lot recently and I'm not feeling good about always moving forward. Things are going too fast. My life isn't my life anymore ! So much has changed... I wasn't ready to leave another piece of me on the road like that.

Still we did and I'm now trapped in a car that Georges is driving while Anna and Michael are sleeping. We lost pretty much all the comfort and the little intimacy we had on the bus now. It is so weird to live this close with strangers. I do have the feeling that I've always knew them and that they are family by now. Yet we're not even relatives. I mean Georges isn't even American in the first place. He spoke French earlier to amuse Michael. It was kind of fun I have to say. I like those moments when we lost track of time and when we forgot our fears for a little while. It feels good just like when Anna and I went singing and dancing along in school the other day.

Anyway Anna and Georges took the decision to leave the bus behind and all out comfort because we were supposedly closed to the farm of Mary's parents. This is also a good thing to know since we are truly running out of food now. It's hard to stop Michael's appetite and Georges also has to eat more than Anna and I because... I don't know he's a guy he has more muscle or something. Or he never took care of his weight. Or he was raised that way. I don't care, that's the way it is. All I know is that we have two blackholes with us attracting all our food into their stomachs.

And I know that because I tacitly became the girl who looks at the food and saves it up as much as possible. So if someone in our little family wants to eat something he or she has to ask me for it because said food is in my backpack.

Leaving the bus behind also meant we had to leave some of our stuff - and that mainly means our clothes. It sucks to live in the App-ocalypse. It was a harsh decision and even Anna hesitated with this one but when it came to leave behind some clothes or some knives, we all knew what we were supposed to do. And we did.

So here we are in a car taking a roadtrip. We even listened to a CD earlier. The music, oh my God the music ! It's another stupid thing, I know, but of all my habits and hobbies I miss my music the most. Having a song to sum up my state of mind was kind of a way to process with my feelings before the App-ocalypse. Now that I'm left without it it's hard to keep processing. Or maybe it's just, you know, because it's the fucking App-ocalypse.

I should be sleeping. Tomorrow will be a long day since no one of us ever met Mary's parents. Even Georges. Now we have to tell her their daughter is dead and ask them for some help and for food and for water. I can't wait for more water. It is so hard not to drink ! We're still in July and the sun is laughing at us all day.

What an idiot! Why do I had to write about water? Now I'm thirsty. What I would give for some water... Just so that I could drink whenever I want.

Now that's wishful thinking. Go back to sleep Eliza.

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