February, the 9th

I didn't want to shoot, just in case the 'evil men' the Zombie Huntress told us about are real, and could listen... But I had to. One of the dogs, which looked like a rottweiler, (not real sure if it was a rottie but it sure looked mean) was biting one of the dogs so I freaked out and shoot. Not to hit, just to make them go.

Afterwards we could sleep.

That was yesterday. Today we went to the garage to see if there was anyway we could drive the Lexus. Most everything seems ok. I mean it starts alright and no warning lights of any kind. And if I approach the driver's seat real close to the wheel I can steer it. However there is almost no gas left, and that's a problem.

We need to go to the Police Headquarters, to check they still had fuel left. Even in the worst of the rationing, cops and soldiers still had fuel. I mean when the Marines had to board the tanker SS Majestic, because the entire crew had died.

So I guess it's the same. Tomorrow we'll drive to the Police Headquarters, with our stuff, sleep there and, if everything goes well, go to find a farm.