Mar. 17, 2020

Saw some people today. Went up to this building’s door and tried to open it. They freaked out and started yelling. Once they realized I wasn’t a zombie, the craziness turned to anger. They cursed at me, and told me to get lost. They weren’t taking in any more strays. Think someone pulled a gun too, but I wasn’t going to stick around to find out. I have had enough of guns to last a lifetime. Still feel eyes watching me. I guess they aren’t so friendly around here either. What ever happened to people helping people? Oh well, I’m one to talk. I am happy to be by myself for now. Just me and my journal.