The car turned out to be both blessing and curse. I got all the rest I needed but I got to see myself in the driver's mirror. A few days without a shower, without a shave or even running a comb through my hair. I smell too, something that was all the more obvious in the confines of the vehicle. Unless you took the time to find out, anybody looking at me would probably assume I was one of the Infected.
I plan to stay in the car until late morning. My appetite returned after the biscuits and I was ravenous. A polo an hour to keep me on my feet, but not much more than that. Finding food is my main priority. There are the farm houses in the distance, though they take me off my route. Puts me a lot closer to any rambling walkers though.
A bit further on and still on the road there is a guest house or a pub or something. I'm suddenly afraid of going anywhere there might be more people. I don't want to find them and hear the worst. More than that, I don't want to find only Infected. Stupid paranoia. I have to find food, that means houses or shops. At least it's not raining. Time to go.
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