We have a long way to walk, and to make things worse Violet has me stopping every few miles to find something to chew on. She had a rabbit today. Still living and breathing, she bit a chunk clean out of it's throat and ended all that. It was gruesome to watch her go at the once living little creature like it was perhaps the last thing she would ever eat. I cleaned her off after the meal, and she continued to walk as if nothing even remotely out of the ordinary had happened. How can she do that? I pray that she doesn't start craving human, HIM already has his reservations about keeping her alive.
We haven't quite made it out of Georgia yet, even after days of walking. We had gotten ourselves lost a few times, not sure if the back roads of main streets were easier to travel, but since finding Highway 106, the road signs were a lot clearer, easier to follow.
The odd thing about this whole trip is that we have only really run across a handful of those walking corpses. I had always thought the undead were everywhere, that leaving home meant risking our lives in encounter after encounter, but outside of maybe two dozen of these zombies the roads were empty. No living, and barely any living dead. I am not sure if that is a good sign or not. I hope that there are a lot of smart people out there tucked away in their homes, and that we are not as alone as all this feels.
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