Thursday, unknown month, 2012
0642 hours 
Livingston st
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Latitude:29.971494
Longitude:-90.125257[/url]

New Orleans, LA, USA
French Quarters

The old man and the dog travelled past the tail end of the french quarter and made their way to avoid light areas of the dead that were shambling around. Using the compactness of the buildings in Louisiana, the closeness broke the line of sight once the dog or the old man were spotted by the dead. What make it worse was that the old man’s thoughts turned to why there wasn’t alot more bodies than usual. 

After darting back and forth then finding respite in hiding on top of a Uhaul truck that provided a temporary bridge of safety to a burned out semi that was jack knifed on the street. It was here that he spent the night and more hours as he sat quietly feeding himself and his dog. The old man still had the fish that he caught and knew that it would go bad if not eaten soon. 

The old man knew that he was miles from the ninth ward and that he was still not getting the resistance that he would find in other cities that he had traveled to, which only met one thing to the old man. Others that were “culling” out the dead so that they could live. This would be a two edge sword for him and his companion. 

What kind of people would he meet, what type of things would be required of him?. More thoughts raced through his mind as the horror of seeing a live person. But the man wanted to live... he need contact and conversation. Maybe if he did run into someone or even a group that they would be too strange, perfect or normal for his taste. 

His four legged companion nudged him to rub her for a bit. The old man’s hand obligated to rub her belly as he began to devise a plan to see what would show up. 

Starting the fire wasn’t the hard part, the hard part would be finding an advantage point to observe other coming and from what direction would they take?. To set this plan into motion he would need a clear kill zone and his ruby colored binocular to prevent others from observing him in a “hide” due to normal binoculars would give the casual observer's position away. As the old man choose to start moving again but just a few minutes after dawn to scout the area and choose the best place to start. 

after wasting a few hours in finding a place to set up his plans his travels lead him to a place that was a closed community called “Metairie Club estates”. This place had electric gates that wouldn’t move and plenty of wasteful items that were no longer worth anything to anyone but best of all it was next to a [url=https://goo.gl/maps/ln9BG] small train yard[/url]. The train yard was his best bet of finding things useful for the time being.