The jackal hasn’t been back for several days. I think I may have scared him off with my conversation. Easy come…

I left my flat today. It’s bad. It’s really bad out there. There are barricades in the street, and mobs forced people and bodies into the Bassal building, then set it on fire.

I wanted to find Mav, but I didn’t make it very far before I got nervous and came back. There’s a lot of crazy and a lot of mean wandering the streets, and roving gangs of scared. At least the power’s back in the building…

I did find two tubers and a gull-cap in a lady’s flat, upper floor. Took some salt, too. She was almost gone anyway—didn’t even wake up when I stepped over her.