February, the 13th

We can't start the car and that's big trouble! Nor Eddie nor me knows why. I don't believe in unlucky dates so I could care less it's the 13th.

Eddie says maybe it's a message from God for us to stay here, but I doubt it. We are 60 miles from the city and this house lacks almost everything but rats. We can't walk 60 miles in one day, and in the car we have food for 3 weeks or so.

I decided to walk back alone to the city, with a backpack and leave Eddie and Hop here. It is going to pretty tough and I think Eddie is too young to endure the night in the open. There are quite a number of houses left, I know, but most are ruined. Some people tend to think that it is a good idea to vandalize when you may have like a few days left to live. It's stupid but, as mom said, you only need one vandal to destroy a museum but need tens of artists. builders and workers to set up one.

But I digress... because I'm kinda afraid. It's not only the cold, but being alone in the dark. There are no more lights anywhere. It was so wonderful in the old good days, so full of wonders, we despised...


Dear Heavenly Father
in the sweet name of Jesus I come to Thee.
to ask Thee to care and protect for Miguel.
In Jesus Name
I We pray.
Amen



I convinced Eddie to stay and he convinced me to take the gun. I hope it is just extra weight. I hope... I also told Eddie to wait me just for one week (like in the old movies when the good guy was in trouble).

Bye.