Entry 18: Steven Bryce

We're finally out and on our way.  One of the firetrucks got swarmed almost immediately on pulling it out since Jamie accidentally turned the siren on early.  Thankfully he had one of the radios on him, so once he got the siren back off we were able to get the zoms dealt with so he could get it into place.  Three people heard the siren as well and came out, expecting rescue I guess.  They're coming with us.  A man and his pregnant wife, and a neighbor of theirs.  We lost one of the plows getting out of the city, simply had a slow oil leak, but we were able to use it a good few miles before we left it and kept going.  A new year, and hopefully a new place, safer and easier to secure.  I saw Vergil messing with a few motorcycles yesterday when it was late at night.  I'd like to hope he was just trying to get us a maneuverable vehicle for scouting, but I think he may have been planning to take off on his own.  Can't say I blame him with our...  Encounter before Z-A Day, but I'm hoping we can put that behind us.  He knows vehicles better than any of us, and we're all stronger as a group if we just work together.  Maybe its just that everyone looks to me so much.  I don't know if he even remembers me from before, it was pretty dark at the time, and it never did go to court...  It doesn't matter I guess.  If I see more signs, I'll talk to him.  If I just outright ask, I'll either get denial or maybe even put the idea in his head if he hasn't thought about it before.  Here's to Auld Lang Syne, gone, but never forgotten. Maybe one day we can reclaim those times once again.  Steven Bryce, surviving.