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we're out of propane now. We have taken to huddling together in the camper even during the daytime to stay warm. Even in June the temperature this high up can get fairly cold.
    We haven't seen anyone pass this way since my last entry. A bear wandered through here two days ago around dawn, but he left us alone. He looked healthy and well fed, and probably outweighed all three of us together. He only got about 100 feet away from us at the closest. As soon as he smelled us he took off.
    We are planning to head into Revelstoke and see if anyone has survived. From there we are going to try to find a better vehicle, better on gas than the Explorer, and head north towards Prince George.
    I am on first watch again. Darren thinks it is stupid keeping a watch here, but I disagree. All it would take is one of those things to find us all asleep, and that would be it, we'd all be dead. I'd better get to it; it is starting to get dark now, and colder. If I walk around and wear layers I can keep warm, though without the propane we can't make coffee, and I won't risk a fire that can be seen or smelled for miles. More in the morning when we're on the road. I'll make Sarah drive.
     

June 21, 5:45 a.m.
     
     
    We drove towards Revelstoke, leaving the camper behind. In the event someone else comes this way and needs some shelter, we left the key in the door, and a few blankets and a note inside telling who we are and where we went.
    We passed the odd car or truck on the road, but otherwise saw nothing and no one. There were a few deer out on the roads, but they ran off as soon as we appeared. We stopped to siphon fuel a few times, each time being careful to keep a watch while I ran the tubing into the other car. I picked up a magazine from one car, a Newsweek dated four days before I left Calgary. It didn’t contain anything useful.
    We reached Revelstoke without any trouble, but found some when we got there. The town wasn't exactly crawling with the undead, but there were enough out in the streets to convince me the place was overrun. The sight of houses and stores with smashed windows and doors, a car nose first into a traffic light pole, and a few skeletal remains in a store parking lot, not to mention the trash blowing along the sidewalks, was more than enough to make me think this was a dead town. We drove past a few shambling dead things, easily avoiding them, and were thinking of just driving straight through when we heard a gunshot. It was easy to tell what it was, but we couldn't tell where it came from! The undead seemed to know however, as they all turned in a northern direction and started shambling off that way. We quickly decided that if there were other survivors we had better go help.
    We drove into the area the undead were searching and heard another shot. After that we had an idea where it was coming from, and then it was only a matter of time. We found a house with a pile of corpses in front of it. There must have been twenty or so, and the walking dead were converging on this place. In the second floor bay window I could see someone moving, and then there was another shot, and a nearby zombie went down as its head was destroyed by a bullet. The person in the window started waving, and I drove right up to the house, and then turned the Explorer around. Darren leaned out the window with the rifle from the back seat and shot an approaching undead, and Sarah stepped out with the pistol and covered the front of the vehicle. I saw the windows open on the second floor, and a rope was thrown out. The main floor doors and windows were all boarded up and sealed with bars, so I guess whoever was in there was coming out the window. A backpack got tossed out just as I was stepping out of the truck with the baseball bat, and I heard Sarah shoot twice at something. Darren shot at another one that was about 50 feet away. I ran over to grab the pack just as a young woman with a rifle and a child of about four clinging to her back stepped