Day One Hundred Eleven:

Day One Hundred Eleven:

I know, sort of a joke that I am still referring to this journal on a day by day basis right? I honestly have no idea how many days have passed since my last entry or why I haven't felt like writing. Maybe because when shit is boring, I don't care. And when I don't care, I figure that you don't care. If there even is a you.

Everything gets too complicated when I try to think about why I am doing this. So instead I won't, I will just let you know that Josh figured it out. Or at least, figured out where he thinks those coordinates will take us. Somewhere in California called Live Oak. On the plus side, it has the word "Live" in the title. Maybe the government created some super secret shelter there simply because it had that name.

But, and this is a big fucking but. It is clear across the country. Fortunately we aren't in the movie version of an apocalypse since then the roads would be jam packed with cars. But on the negative side, even though it is probably only a three or four day drive back in the old world, that is now a three or four day drive, through unknown terrain, where you can't exactly pull into a Holiday Inn and feel safe, and where there could be a million monsters just waiting for you to slip up.

So now we have to decide what is next. I don't know why we have to decide though. We already all know we are going to go for it. I guess now, now we are just trying to pick a day so that we will actually have the guts to carry through with going back out there. If you are out there, if you are reading this... God I hope I get to enter another ten days in this stupid thing.