July 14 3020

Dear diary,

Were on the move again. For some reason I've been really quiet. I'm writing this as we walk, so it's going to have some sloppy hand writing. Last night when we woke up we all heard soothing guitar music from a distance away, so were trying to walk towards the sound of the music now. Gilbert told us that the safe zone might be filled up anyways and it's best for us to survive out hear. We killed a few canuto, though Gilbert went behind me or walked a distance under my protecting because I was the person closest to him. Ludwig was walking in-between us, talking to me and Gilbert a few times, and asking us about our injuries. We both keep reassuring him, saying he's just worried about everything. He was silent after we said that, and moved up towards the front. I have to carry Gilbert's bag, but I'm fine. My arms a bit sore, I don't know why I'm writing I guess.

Hehe, the music is starting up. It kind of sounds sad but it's really soothing, like I could just fall asleep right here right now. I don't think whoever is playing it knows that sound and smell attract the canuto. Anyway, were getting closer by the moment, the music stopped again, and quiet but visible gunshots echoed in the air. The gunshots stopped, then they continued. The gunshots stopped and the guitar begin. I think we're getting closer, and my arm is really tired, I'm going to wrote once we find out what or who is making the music, and once we get to sit down. So I'll be right back!

Okay, I'm back and we found the man making that beautiful guitar music. It was a nice man from Spain named Antonio, and he had our friend Alfred too! So, Antonio was sitting on top of his RV with a guitar and pistol with silencer in hand and he was luring the canuto, and hoping to lure some humans with his beautiful playing. There was a big pile of dead canuto off to the side, and we saw Alfred dragging about two more of the bodies to the pile. Alfred and Antonio almost shot us, but we held our hands up, well, Gilbert only held on hand up because his other arm was in a makeshift sling. They let us inside their RV, and we joined their group. They have lots of gas, supplies and the RV works really nice. It one of those newer ones too, so it's pretty fast and can deal with lots of different terrain. Right now, I'm sitting at one of the little built in tables writing this down while Antonia, Alfred and Lovino are playing a pretty intense game of gold fish. Ludwig is up on top of the RV while Gilbert is cheering on Lovino, being Lovi's the only one he knows well. As a way of celebrating finding more people, knowing the world still had people that aren't infected, Alfred and Antonio are throwing a celebration. Oh, I asked Alfred how he knew Antonio. He replied with "I didn't, I found him rummaging around my house and sent my dog, Lilly after him. She tickled him and licked his face, I came after her. Antonio said he didn't mean any harm and just was trying to look for something to break into a gas station.

I replied with "Oh, Where is Lilly now?"

Alfred said that she had been bitten by a canuto when she was outside. Alfred put her down and Antonio cried, though he has no clue who Lilly is.

I thought it was sad. I patted Alfred on the back and then Antonio called out that he wanted to play goldfish. And so, that's where I leave off. I'm thinking about going up to Ludwig, I think he's angry at something. I'll be right back.

Well, I was wrong. Ludwig had went up there to cry apparently. He told me that our parents were still in that world. I made an 'oh' sound and we both just sat there, my head on his shoulder ad Ludwig's head on mine. It was quiet peaceful, we sat there and watched the sunset. It was nice, we and Ludwig talking fluff about our relationship. That was until Lovino shouted from down below "hey love birds, get your butt's down here so we can eat!" Lovino ruined the moment farther by popping his head up from the hatch.

So we went down, ate and had a good time, listened to music (Mostly our pop Italian CD) and once we were done with that we listened to Antonio play his guitar. He is extremely talented when using it, the way his fingers gild over the strings make me just want to pass out. But later on Alfred and Lovino passed out, Lovino laying on top of Alfred. Luca then fell over onto the two, falling asleep. Antonio told us we could sleep in his room, the one with the bed. Gilbert and Antonio shared the couch while we got the bed. Ludwig and I are cuddling now, I'm writing under the light of his flashlight that's he is holding up. It's getting late, so I guess I should go to bed. Antonio said he was moving out tomorrow morning and driving away from the safe zone to a place he knows. Well, see you later!

~Feliciano Vargas!