It's been two days, and I have completely ran out of food, and little water left. Today I plan on going searching for food and more water to last me for awhile.
I found a small family store that had cans of beans. Nothing else. It looked as if it had been robbed years ago. I also found a big gallon of water that should last me for more than one week.
As I head back to the small cabin, I see a dark shadow against the dirty white sidewalk. I look up, but can't see anything. I continue to walk. Maybe it's a bird, or any kind of animal. Who knows? But as I come closer, I realize that it is not an animal. It is a human. A human!
"Hello?" I say.
Silence. I attempt to jog to see who the stranger is, but with the gallon of water in my hand, plus the bag of canned beans, it's kind of hard.
"HELLO!!" I scream. I am in need of help, and whoever it is, is completely ignoring me.
Soon, I get fed up. I run up to the stranger, and sure enough it is a tall, old man. He has a hearing aid on his ear, and a torn baseball cap.
He looks over at me once, turns around as if he didn't notice me the first time, then turns his head quickly and stares at me in disbelief.
He gasped in shock. I have no clue why, but I have an idea.
"Wh-wh-who are you?" He says in a crisp but raspy voice.
"Abigail," I say shyly. I didn't know what to say, and I feel like he feels the same way.
"How'd you get here?" He says, his mood changing from shy to concerned.
"The bus. But I was heading to San Francisco, and somehow ended here," I say in a nice, but angry way.
"The bus. Did the bus driver have blondish grayish hair? Kind of old?" He asked me.
"Yeah, why?" I ask him.
"Grab your stuff and follow me," he said.
