Day ???

I'm sick. Flu, maybe? Maybe just a head-cold. Disoriented. Fever. Chills. Coughing. I checked to see if I had any cuts or injuries. Nothing. Took the last of my ibuprofen yesterday. The problem is finding a place to hole up that isn't infested with mold, or rats, or rot, or damp, or cold. Most 'shelter' is just a wind-break from the open. Old homes are fine for exploration, for looting (if there's anything that ain't already been taken...) but staying? Staying a night? Many nights? That is rare, now. When I was a kid, sure. But those days are long gone. 

People built houses with the notion that there would be power, and heat, keeping them viable. Without that, it's astonishing how fast the old world fell. But sick like this, I can't just camp out under the stars. I wouldn't make it. Exposure. Weakness. Wild animals. I need a place I can disappear for a few days. This is a truly dangerous time for survivors.

I read once (or maybe somebody told me, and I believed them, doesn't matter) that humanity, such as it was back before, only became a 'society' when we started caring for our sick. When we stopped just leaving them behind, to live or die. When we were secure enough to take the time to nurse someone back to health. 

I could use some-a that right abouts now.

*six hours later* 

goddamn pencil. gotta find me a new one. 

Found a garage. roof hadn't caved in. Roll-up door was still in place, covered in weeds and vine. I climbed in a window. soaked my wood in something that seemed flammable. Now I'm hunkered down in some sort of service trough, under an old truck, out of sight, but warm, with firewood to spare, and a roof over my head. I checked. Can't see nothin' from outside. laid some boards against the one window. Hope it's enough. I got no strength left. Gotta sleep.