Saturday, Month X, Day O

Antonio tried to hunt for food with me. He was bit again, but I don't think it matters anymore.

We had to drive through another storm. We found an abandoned car, but there was nothing in this car either.

Gilbert tried to talk. It didn't come out right, as though his mouth were rotting on the inside, but I heard him. He said he was tired. I don't want to rest and risk the same mistake. I gave him two medkits.

A station wagon fire burnt our battery, and a tire broke, but those are the least of my worries.