It's been two days, almost three, since I wrote to you guys. I apologize for that. I'd like to say that this won't happen again, but it probably will. That's the problem of living in a post-shutdown world. Internet is becoming scarcer.

Now, I wish that I could tell you that nothing happened the past two or three days, but that's not the case. We got so close to that being the case, but then we ran into trouble.

The first time we stopped to sleep was just outside Roswell. We figured we'd stop and try to lighten up our day. Stopping by one of the biggest government secrets during the government shutdown.

Turns out that Area 51 actually was hiding aliens. They're not so great after an hour or so. They were dead, and their UFO was just sitting there. Clearly the bodies had been preserved over time. They look like us, but their heads are bigger. Maybe they were running from a race of ferals. Who knows? Anyway, we left.

We were fine for a while. Cass was cheering up, we had developed a solid system of avoiding ferals — not that there were any along our route — while getting gas, and everything was, considering the circumstances, great. Then we got around Salt Lake City.

We went around the city, but we still had to stop for gas. So we stopped. I was on watch and Cass was pumping the gas. Everything was golden... Then they attacked.

The ferals are rapidly developing hunting strategies, and I underestimated them. They hopped out of any place to hide and charged us. I told Cass to get in the car, and I'd fend them off. Of course, it was me versus about fifty ferals so I ran.

They followed me luckily. I ran into the woods. Just me and my knife. It must've been adrenaline that kept me going, because I ran for a solid half hour. Five minutes going in and twenty-five going along the freeway. I don't know what happened, but I was able to ditch the ferals.

After I ditched them I was able to make my way to a motel just off the road. I really hope Cass is okay.