Wow, bad Q. Sorry for the inane question yesterday, but I was busy. I'm currently sitting in the manager's office of a Quality Inn. Took a car and drove right out of New York City. Wasn't too hard to get in here, someone already broke the sliding glass doors. I moved in here last night, after car ran out of gas, then spent all of today scavenging and barricading this room. I must look so paranoid right now, especially since I am part of this first wave panic. Well, let me update slightly. We're fucked. Our government abandoned us, pulling back into "safe zones". They are going to let us die so they can survive. Go US of fucking A. I also got a good look at a feral human today. His skin looked cracked. He also had blue eyes. I stayed out of sight, and he ran towards the sound of gunshots. Oh ya, mental (and now physical) note: There are gunshots everywhere. Personally, I'm conserving supplies. Hmmm. Guess that wraps up the current world situation. What about me personally? Well, my living space isn't that bad. Desk is pushed up against the door. Took some packaged sheets to make a bed and pillow (I don't care if the world ended, I am not touching used sheets here). Raided every vending machine, so I have snacks for days. Even managed to bring one in here. That's also blocking the door. Well, that's the update. I'm gonna see what the latest news is. Oh ya, forgot to say. I found a car charger. Phone is at a nice, steamy eighty percent. Well, see ya tomorrow.