So, Atlanta was a bust, as you can probably tell from my previous post. But I'm still here, I'm still alive, and I have some weird news. While leaving Atlanta with suprisingly all of my limbs and a relatively small group of biters following me, I saw in the distance a group of tents and an old RV. They were situated in the woods, a way out from the city and quite high up, and my mind exploded with ideas and thoughts about whether people were up there or not. The signs leaving Atlanta had changed since I'd first arrived there; they now warned people away from the city. That just goes to show that people are alive and want to help. Now, all I need is to find these people, and hope they're okay and welcoming. Hey, if I'm lucky, they might be the hot military guys that attempted to save Atlanta. Or it could be Drew or Andy, or Jackson, though I doubt they'll have come near Atlanta. Whoever it is, I'll be checking them out soon.