The buses are getting pretty close to
being ready to go. While everyone realizes the importance of our mission, no
one has mentioned a clock running out or sand emptying out of the hourglass.
352 days? We can wait another week. The theory is that we don’t want to be
rushed and dash out of here unprepared.
We are taking a much slower and
methodical approach. The zoms rotting for another week is not going to be a bad
thing on our part. It may be one less horde we have to roll through and deal
with.
I have to admit, I am enjoying
sleeping in my bed (even though I am still sleeping on top of the Produce
Department cooler for safety). The bunks on the buses are twin sized and
comfortable but it is just not the same as the amenities that we have here.
Rolling out into the unknown… It is one of those things where we are enjoying
it while it lasts.
We still have a boat load of propane
to power the generators so that is not an issue. And truth be told, there is
still a lot of food in this place even with us eating in here for almost a
year. You could stay here. We could live here for probably another year if we
wanted to. Even if we had to get water from the lake and boil it. Langley was a
pretty choice place to ride out the end of the world. But greater things are on
the horizon like a potential cure and for all we know, we have the last piece
of the puzzle in Alex’s bloodstream (and possibly mine).
So we are getting ready to move on but
no one is in a dramatic hurry just yet. Still… the hour approaches….
