I’m in the city now. I have to weave through all the dead cars because the Cleaners haven’t come to this city yet. If they did, I would be able to get home faster.

I wish we had a motorcycle, but we can’t because it makes too much noise and it can’t hold bodies.

We don’t use our bike because it’s too slow. You can’t really leave the city on a bike. It’s good for riding to the stores though, which is why we have it. We don’t like using the car in the city because of all the dead cars that are on the roads and because it wastes gas. The dead cars are starting to rot and it’s making the city smell really bad. It’s too bad we can’t feed them to the People Eater.

I’m almost home. I wish I could look at my watch to see what time it is, but it’s too dark to see it. None of the streetlamps are working, which makes it annoying to drive because I can’t see anything around the car, so I don’t know if a Lurker is watching me. I don’t care if they’re mostly harmless, they’re still annoying.

I can see the driveway. It’s good that our house is so close to the edge of the city. It only takes a few minutes to get home, which is nice because I don’t have to use alot of gas and the Lurkers don’t watch me for very long.

I park in the driveway. The lights are on in the living room, and the yellow light from our crappy light bulbs is bleeding through the blinds. That’s probably Kyle. He’s been waiting for me to get back so he can help me feed the People Eater and so he can get his gun back from me. We have better bulbs, but Kyle wants to wait until the current ones burn out before we use the better ones. Sometimes I’m tempted to “accidentally” break one, just so we have to change it.

I park, then shove the keys into my pocket. I don’t know what all of them do and neither does Carmin or Kyle. Most of them look really boring, but there are a few that have paint or something on them in different colors. There’s a silver one that has red paint on it, a black one with green paint, and another silver one, but it’s bigger than the other one and has blue paint on it. They look important. I want to try them on a bunch of locks around the city. Who knows, they might unlock something cool.

The front door opens and I see Kyle standing in the doorway. He’s not wearing shoes, but he still has socks on. He likes doing that because he says he doesn’t like walking on the tiles barefoot because they’re cold. I don’t have a problem with the tiles, though. He waves at me.

I grab the map from the dashboard, unbuckle, then exit the car. It’s kind of cold outside right now, but it’s not too bad. I like it when it gets cold because it’s usually really hot. I don’t like the heat very much because I get really sweaty and because bodies rot faster. Rotting bodies smell really bad and they stink up the trunk of the car. Speaking of, we need to get those bodies out.

Kyle starts walking over and I make my way to the trunk of the car and open it. The trunk is kind of janky and it makes a squeaking noise when you open it. It’s also a little hefty, so you have to basically pretend like you’re trying to flip a table really hard.

We start taking the bodies out one at a time. Tonight I found four, which is pretty good. There was this one night when I found eight, but the car can’t hold that many full-sized bodies, so I had to separate some limbs to get them all to fit. I didn’t have anything that could cut them, so I had to put some rebar on the joints and drive over them to pop the bones out of place so they were easier to rip off. The legs were harder than the arms because there’s more muscle and fat in them and the car wasn’t heavy enough to press the rebar all the way down, so I had to jump on it and it took a really long time. I ripped the limbs off by tying a rope to the arms and legs and to the car, then hitting the gas. When they tore off there was alot more blood than I was expecting, and the bodies started bleeding all over the inside of the trunk, but Kyle helped me clean it up when I got home.

We finish unloading all the bodies and carry them to the back of the house. Kyle wants to put them in the shed, so we do and then go inside the house. It’s warm in here. Even though I like the cold outside, I like the warm inside even better. The heater doesn’t work in the car, so the heat was really welcoming. 

Kyle informs me that Carmin is asleep in her room, which is why he doesn’t want to feed the People Eater tonight since it'll wake Carmin up. Checking my watch, I see it’s really late. I didn’t realize how late it was.

I give Kyle his gun back and when he checks to see how many rounds I used, he’s surprised that I only used two. He asks me how I was out for five hours and only used two rounds. I have to remind him that I don’t like guns, then I explain to him that I only used it to see where the Stalkers were. Kyle tells me they’re “Chasers” and I disagree with him.

We don't have an official name for them yet because we can't agree on one. I want to call them "Stalkers", but Kyle wants to call them "Chasers". I don't like "Chasers" because it doesn't sound as cool. Besides, Kyle got to name the last thing so it’s only fair that I get to name this one. Carmin agrees that they should be called “Stalkers”. Kyle said to her that she only agrees with me because she likes me, but she insists that she thinks it just sounds better.

I’m inclined to side with Kyle. Carmin does alot of stuff because she likes me. She tries to hide it, but it’s annoyingly obvious. Sometimes she’ll act like she’s mad at me for no reason. It gets to the point where she basically won’t talk to me for half a day, then the next half of the day she won’t want to leave me alone. I can’t figure her out, even after having lived with her for this long. She’s still a really good friend, though.

Kyle and I argue a bit more, but quickly end it because we’re both really tired and want to go to bed.