Day 135….day three in this garage. i can hear them moving around outside. Something has drawn their attention but i have being quiet, made such little sounds. If i knew there was a pack of them in this town, I would have never stopped. But that’s the problem. They cling to the shadows as much as I do. The “troops” as I call them are easy to spot miles away but the brains, the brains are smarter than you think. and they can climb, i have heard them on the roof, searching, sniffing. It must be my car. do not underestimate them. They are smarter than you think. They have seen my car and know it’s out of place and that can only mean one thing: a human. and they don’t like us very much anymore. they are looking for me. I have to wait until they move on then make a break for the car. I have to escape.
