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[welcometothecosmos]

Government Shutdown Diary: Day 10

When I woke up this morning, in the split second before I took in my surroundings, I believed that I was safe at home. Then reality hit and I felt like I'd been punched in the stomach. Welcome to life post-shutdown. Upon waking, my only goal was to find Cass. The food was in the car, so finding her now had two objectives. I walked toward the gas station and observed the wild. It's interesting. Out here, there are no signs of a shutdown. Back home, everywhere you looked there was a sign of the shutdown. It's nice to, even if only for a second, forget about all of that. About a mile away from the station I found the minivan. She wasn't in it, but it was full of gas and the food was untouched. I figured she had to be in the woods, hiding. Sure enough, with a little searching, I found her sleeping in a small cave, hidden from plain sight. I woke her, and she punched me. It's good that she sleeps defensively, but that hurt. She's stronger than she appears. She's fine. She didn't want to travel too far in case I came back. It's good that we're on the same wave length with our thoughts. That could be useful. Neither of us knows where the freaks went so we drove down the road, and decided to leave tomorrow. We just need sleep. At least we've made it this far.

[welcometothecosmos]

Government Shutdown Diary: Day 9

It's been two days, almost three, since I wrote to you guys. I apologize for that. I'd like to say that this won't happen again, but it probably will. That's the problem of living in a post-shutdown world. Internet is becoming scarcer.

Now, I wish that I could tell you that nothing happened the past two or three days, but that's not the case. We got so close to that being the case, but then we ran into trouble.

The first time we stopped to sleep was just outside Roswell. We figured we'd stop and try to lighten up our day. Stopping by one of the biggest government secrets during the government shutdown.

Turns out that Area 51 actually was hiding aliens. They're not so great after an hour or so. They were dead, and their UFO was just sitting there. Clearly the bodies had been preserved over time. They look like us, but their heads are bigger. Maybe they were running from a race of ferals. Who knows? Anyway, we left.

We were fine for a while. Cass was cheering up, we had developed a solid system of avoiding ferals — not that there were any along our route — while getting gas, and everything was, considering the circumstances, great. Then we got around Salt Lake City.

We went around the city, but we still had to stop for gas. So we stopped. I was on watch and Cass was pumping the gas. Everything was golden... Then they attacked.

The ferals are rapidly developing hunting strategies, and I underestimated them. They hopped out of any place to hide and charged us. I told Cass to get in the car, and I'd fend them off. Of course, it was me versus about fifty ferals so I ran.

They followed me luckily. I ran into the woods. Just me and my knife. It must've been adrenaline that kept me going, because I ran for a solid half hour. Five minutes going in and twenty-five going along the freeway. I don't know what happened, but I was able to ditch the ferals.

After I ditched them I was able to make my way to a motel just off the road. I really hope Cass is okay.

I snuck into a room, and I'm going to need some sleep. I can't do this much longer. It seems like it's one step forward, two steps back. Hopefully I can find Cass tomorrow.