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Tucker and I have been having nightmares.
It's been a while since I've heard from Sho and I'm worried about the silly fools that she might find in her path. I found an empty house, very quiet and surprisingly enough intact, so I barricaded windows and doors and lowered the garage door... It sucks to be trapped. I have no idea how I managed those first few weeks. Probably because I had David to talk to. There's no electricity, there's a cistern so I was able to take a decent bath with warm water (gas is working, no idea how or why) and had a warm meal. I assume the family who lived here had cats because there were two large bags of cat food stored in the pantry,  I'm bringing those with me; Tucker loved the food. Most of the canned food is good, but I had to throw the fridge out (don't even ask as to how I did it) this family must have been one of those conspiracy theory fans because they sure were ready. I'm blessed I guess. If the good old Father were here he would be singing praises which oddly enough I've been doing. 
Tucker's doing great; just recovered from his battle injury. I was so worried for him, the injury had half his little head as big as a baseball and for a moment I thought he would go blind. He might think twice while leaping at a total stranger again. He's got a small scar, has been pampered since I got him back and is living the good life. At least someone's happy with the place.
Spring's here and there's a bit of walkers around. 
I just hope the house owners don't make it back before I leave; how am I going to explain the fridge?