We've ended up in a small town near Denver. I'd have loved to have seen the Mile-High City, but at this moment I have only five days to arrive at Cape Canaveral, bearing in mind that I'm to be tested whether I can survive certain gravitational forces. Also, it took me a while to get from Maine into Washington alone, so who knows how long it'll take to get back in Florida.
About this town in question... well, let's just say I'm not sure what to think of these people. I mean, not only is there snow here, while it's summer, the people here hardly ever look at each other directly when they're talking to each other. All they do is stand next to each other, then roll their eyes to the person they're talking to. They even talk like that to people who are behind them.
Then I haven't begun about their sense of entertainment. I mean, when V and I went into a diner to grab some food, there was this show on the diner's TV, in which two guys's idea of "funny" is that all they have to do is fart. The fact alone that people around here think that's funny is just another testament to how the human race is dumbing down. Admittedly, people back home think that "Ramon & Theo" are a bit old and obsolete to today's standards (whatever that's supposed to mean), but at least they try to be funny. About these two guys on TV, I'm not so sure of what they're trying to be.
V only just asked what it is that I'm writing. Didn't think she'd show much interest, but whatever. All I told her is that I wanted to keep a record of what's been going on during my trip. I also told her not to worry and that I'm very selective about what I'm writing.
Wednesday, July 30th 2008:
While still on our way to Texas, we came across another one of these cities that are guarded by the military. Given my earlier experiences in Raccoon City, I tried to convince V not to go through, but she either didn't listen, or did but didn't care. The city was called Willamette. When we arrived here, V made it clear to them that she's with the FBI... which didn't impress these guys at all. She tried to use me, by saying she's escorting me to HQ, and that this is the fastest way to get there (that latter bit wasn't lied), but they didn't care. That's when V gave up and just drove through the fences and into Willamette.
That's when V told me why she wasn't afraid to go through. Since I'm foreign, she didn't expect me to know, but it's been in the media that this town was overrun, and apparently still is, by zombies. In her own opinion, we have nothing to fear from a few slow dead people. I was pretty sure that the ones who died in Raccoon City would disagree with her.
With her car, she hit as many of these zombies as she could. Unfortunately, and I'm surprised she didn't know that, a moment will come that she'd hit one too many of these, which eventually broke down the car... at a very sticky situation. All we could use was a few blunt objects to keep these at a distance. We tried to find another car that actually worked, but we didn't have so much luck. It took us an entire day to get across the city, to get by the military, only to continue the rest of the way on foot.
So here we are in cheap motel. For monetary reasons, we didn't take a separate rooms, which means that we're to share the same room. Not so much comforting, especially from her end. She had to take a few days off from work, without pay, lost her car, only because some unidentified voices, claiming to belong to dead people, asked her to do so. In her situation, I'd probably feel the same way. But then... I'm just someone visiting the country, I didn't mean to cause this much trouble to anyone. It's like I've become a magnet for all the bad things around here. The best thing I could do was promise her that I'd pay her back for her car, one way or another. She didn't believe me at first, thought that once I'm back home I'll just forget about all this. One: If I wanted to forget about all this, I wouldn't be writing all this down. Two: She's a fed, therefor she can track me down if I don't keep my promise, so there's no way for me to escape from her. She didn't say anything to that, but at least she stopped raving on.
I know that I already have a girlfriend, but... I don't know, the only thing that Erica and I share is this special... bond, for a lack of better terms. But that's pretty much all that keeps us together, this one secret that she can't share with anyone else. But with V, it's somewhat different. I don't know what it is. Is it because she's the first one who doesn't act that nice to me? Is it because she and I share the same sense of cynicism? Or because we're both in an unwanted moment? Or maybe because she downright hates me, which makes her pretty much out of my reach? I don't know.
Why am I writing all this? More accurately, what am I thinking? It's always been hard for me to find someone, and I've already found her. Do I want to throw that away for some girl who hates me? Maybe I just miss Erica. That's probably it. First chance I've got, I've got to make contact with her.