Dev has been sleeping in the back of the car for over
sixteen hours. Before that Craig bent his ears back for the entire time since
he joined us. I think I understand Craig’s excitement. At the same time I admit
to feeling a little jealous. With me, Craig has been withdrawn and morose.
Maybe the soldier represents ‘real’ authority. Maybe it’s simply that we found
another survivor. I just hope Dev feels
as talkative tomorrow; I need to pick his brains again.
Following what Dev has already told us, my original plan of Skye
still feels sound. The mention of jerry cans piqued my interest. Not to go back
for his, but to look for suitable containers for us to use. Driving across
Scotland is going to take a lot of petrol. If we find a good source of fuel,
especially more than we can put into the tank, then we need to start filling
extra containers for lean times or extended journeys.
An extra mouth means more food too. Not that any of us need
to eat so much being in the car most of the time. Still, unless we get really lucky,
it means more stops for scavenging. Perhaps between them Dev and Craig know
enough about feeding off the land. Do they still learn that kind of thing in
the army? I know Craig knows his mushrooms. All of us can spot fruit on a tree.
Hunting… snares are pretty basic. Stupid to think they might only catch rabbits
and hares though. Likely that anything will get caught in a snare; dog, cat,
fox, rat, badger. Not sure how I feel about trying to eat a badger. I imagine
starvation will decide that for us.
So a slow crawl up towards Darlington and hope we get lucky
enough on the way. If not, then into Darlington itself we go. I shudder to
think of the numbers of Infected there.
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