September 21, 2015?

I think that's today's date. I'm already losing track. Celia was always better at it than me. I watched as she was being torn apart eight days ago. Knowing the date didn't help her much.

I found a small cabin to stay in for awhile. It's fairly run down, hadn't been touched long before things went to shit. But the roof is stable and the floors are dry. It will work for now.

I caught a rabbit yesterday, and three squirrels. I have enough canned food to last awhile if I need it to, but fresh meat is always nice. I'm going to try to make jerky out of what's left after I eat tonight. Nate was trying to show me how. Our next lesson was set for when he got back.

Guess I'll have to learn on my own.