Today we went out scavenging. Well I went Kira just kind of followed behind. I caught her last night with a shard of glass. She was wrapping cloth around the dull end to make sort of a handle. I guess she thought I was asleep. Its kind of freaking me out like a lot having her here. No human interaction for however long its been has made me a bit rusty but I'm pretty sure its not normal to have the only person you know want to kill you.
She never asked to stay. I never invited her. I also never told her she had to stay. She can obviously fend for herself and she is obviously no big fan of mine. So why is she staying? Food could be a factor. There's not much of it out there and I've got some. I have been stockpiling for ages but I'm running pretty low. I hunt when I can but with so few things still alive, it just about kills me to rid the world of one more life. Rabbits mostly, a fox once, anything that's stupid enough to come out in the open.
Today I had a kind of epiphany about food. I was scavenging around looking for some nails. People just moved anything useful to one room of their house so they could barricade themselves in. It sure makes my job easier. Find the room. Find the stuff. Get the hell out of there. Anyway I just started thinking. I am looking for food, canned goods, a bag of stale chips, whatever. So is everyone else alive on this god forsaken hunk of a planet. Eventually someone will break the seal on the very last can. Someone will eat the long expired food. They won't know. No one will know. They will just go on living(or dying, however you want to look at it) in search of the next meal. That next can. The can that's never coming.
I almost fell over when I thought of it. Maybe its already all gone. That residual food. That residual life force. We are searching. Mankind is searching. A last gasp of breath. A last attempt to escape oblivion. We are no better , perhaps, than the swarm of dead surrounding us. A bit too deep for a Monday morning. huh?