The beginning?

I went to Albuquerque. They're community was hanging on, but now they're all full force. It was harder to do with such a big community, but we got it all working. I've returned and have been doing simple chores. The town did fine without me and I'm not too worried about them. I'm almost thinking about going off on my own and letting them work by themselves. I don't do too well with people, I'm more independent than anything. I realize that my survival doesn't have a great chance if I go off by myself, but you know... I have a bullet for myself and I didn't expect to live through this for too long.
It all depends if the community needs me or not. I've felt lonely in ways. It's saddening knowing that love doesn't exist, but watching all of these people pretend it does makes me jealous. I wish I could have this blissful happiness, alas I don't. Love is the last thing I need in a zombie apocalypse.