Dear Sam, I am still the only person on the planet that I know of. Everyone is still gone.

I left the house today, knowing I wasn’t going to return. Not for a long time, anyway. I started to pack some clothes, and started laughing hysterically halfway through. What am I packing for? Why would I change clothes? I left it all there and out I went.

First I started going through my neighbors houses. Why not? I was always curious about Mr. Guthry who lived alone at the end of the street. I don’t want to tell you what I found there, Sam. I don’t want to repeat it. He was a pervert. Or he IS a pervert? I don’t know anymore.

It turns out Lizzy had a crush on me, too. The stereotypical girl next door, or in my case girl across the street. We were childhood friends, but that changed when we hit high school. But she liked me. Too late now. She had notes about me in her room and everything. Yes, Sam, I went through her room. Why not? I really don’t think she would mind. That’s all for today.