The Post-war Diaries

Diary entry 3839 day 3962 10 AW: Morning To early afternoon

I had begun traveling on I had to travel along the south central avenue to get to the cannibal camp. The Charters are an interesting band of cannibals, they can range from an agricultural group, all the way to businessmen, still working their jobs, and further to gunsmiths and more. This band, is quite a nice bunch, as long as you have a good history, likeIdo. Rumour has it, that the first cannibals were here, around the first of the bombings from the various countries, to hit us in our major metropolises. The strikes were of course, first to hit the california tristate, of san francisco.

But, pre war, and War stories for later.I had written this at my first stop, approximately halfway to my destination, South Central Avenue. There is an apartment complex there, so that is where residential is for some of the group. The most interesting thing, is they have running electricity and, a highly appreciated gift they have, to have kept electric, and hybrid cars mostly functional.. The gps doesn’t work. But then again, no one will remember how to use them.. Aside from when it beeps.

Again, my friend is beautiful. Gloriously golden brown hair, and perfectly shaped thighs…. Nevermind. She always seems very happy to meet me but is always sad when I leave. I assume she might be as average an old-american. Like me.. I have joined her view of ‘anti-normalism’. It denies being anything but old-american..