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You'll have to forgive me for the third 'post' in less days, but I'm bored out of my mind. Or her mind. Either way, there is nothing to do. No one to talk to really either, so for once I've been sat down in front of this thing without any topic. I'm guessing that means I'm supposed to go on about whatever's on my mind? Which is difficult to do when you keep doing other stuff, by the way! I think I miss not being in some girl's head, some days.
Ha, the missing game was one of the time-wasters we used in the city. You'd think there would be a lot to do in a place where every second thing is trying to kill you, but there really isn't. Travelling at night was one of the dumbest things you could do, so the moment the sun went down we'd be stuck wherever we'd landed, and some nights...you just didn't want to sleep straight off. So we'd have to find other ways to waste a little time. Sometimes cards. But a lot of time talking. We couldn't exactly switch on a TV, after all. And sometimes we'd just start randomly listing what we missed about life before the whole, you know, explosion. Like TV. Or hot food, or proper beds, or pets, or even something stupid like streetlamps. I suppose it wasn't exactly the most cheerful of games, but it's not like we were going to start with Cluedo. Entertainment options were pretty scarse.
I really did mean the bit about it being distracting when you kept switching out of the window, alright?
And yet, you do it again.
People always seem a little shocked when one of us mentions the whole apocalypse thing. I mean now, obviously, back then you'd have to be blind or dead not to notice that things had changed. I guess it is a pretty big thing, but you get...not used to it exactly. You just stop trying to pretend it'll all be over soon, or that it's some weird mistake. I said earlier that we try and just focus on what's happening today, and maybe what we want to happen tomorrow. Things change too fast for proper planning. We'll say sure, we'll go that way, but what happens when that way is blocked, or barracaded, or a pack happens to be hanging around? You just can't afford to rest that much on the future decisions.
She tells me I'm too depressing sometimes. I'm sorry? I promise, good things have happened to me. I found Paige, didn't I?
Oh, this'll do for now. I don't even know what the point is, but there.
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