Dear Journal,
We're gathering attention. More and more dogs keep gathering around us. After leaving the place where we slept yesterday, we wandered out for a bit, avoiding dogs and such. I realized I left something behind, and ran back to get it. By the time I made it back, dogs were SWARMING the place. We made it out just in the nick of time it seems. Needless to say I didn't try to get what I left. It was just a sandwich. Probably tasted terrible anyways.
We continued our march and I swear there's a higher concentration of dogs around here. Skirmishes between the furry canines have been happening frequently. Jamie and I'd turn a corner to see a dog ripping another dog's throat out, or tearing off it's ribs, or something similar. Jamie's been having a rough time of it. Seeing so much gore isn't good for him, and it probably doesn't help that his mom suffered a painful fate as well.
As for the B.B, they've been holding out as well as always. No matter how much I want to walk around as a biped, and doing so is so much fun, I'm holding off as much as I can. I want as little wear-and-tear on a prototype as I can. Though I must admit for everything bad that's been happening, a field test has been great for these things.
Today as we were wandering we ran into a group of dogs. We didn't see them coming and they saw us. They stared at us and then began barking. Needless to say we ran. As I looked back at them though, I noticed they didn't follow. Even in hindsight I still wouldn't have stayed put though.
Something big is on the horizon... I can feel it. You know how people always say "animal instincts?" I guess they're a real thing. Something's coming.
– Martha