After spending a night covered in leaves and mud, shuddering in the cold and lifting my shovel to every noise I heard in the darkness, I was ready to leave. What little sleep made me feel a little more refreshed than earlier so I decided to set off and find a home somewhere away from Atlanta. I'd always felt better in the mornings, no matter what crap had gone on the day before. Sure, when it got to noon and I realised how depressed I was again I'd be fed up and do nothing, but in the mornings it just felt like a new day. I was determined to make use of my 'good' attitude and started my search for the bike again. I had to make sure I was quiet so no biter or person could hear me, which slowed down the search a hell of a lot. Dry leaves are very loud when stepped on, just to let you know.
With my backpack in the basket, the shovel resting on top and the bike now ready for action, I left swiftly. I wanted to be as far away from Atlanta as possible, because the amount of biters there was terrifying. Sure, I wanted to be close to people but it was obvious I wasn't gonna have a chance there with the others. I was just gonna have to find some new people, or somehow miraculously find my way back to the bastards that abandoned me. Hah, likely.
After cycling for about an hour I found a lake, surrounded by trees and rocks. I was past caring about dirty water and threw myself into it, glad to have cooled down. I drank from it and swam for a while, but then stopped so I didn't wear myself out. I had a lot of distance to cover and I didn't wanna waste time paddling.
After recovering from my little swim, I rode the bike another mile or two and came across some a remote house. It wasn't like one of the big country ones I'd seen before, but it truly was in the middle of nowhere. Although it wasn't too big, there was a lot of land behind it and a field that looked like it would have held horses. I checked the coast was clear from biters and peered into the window of the house. There were flies buzzing around and landing on the glass of the window and there was something written on the wall, but I couldn't quite make out what it said. All I saw was that it was written in blood, and after realising that, I didn't want to stick around to find out.
