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"
Several
of
us
scouted
among
the
private
garages
in
search
of
motor
cars
and
gasoline
.
But
in
this
we
were
unsuccessful
.
The
first
great
flights
from
the
cities
had
swept
all
such
utilities
away
.
Calgan
,
a
fine
young
man
,
was
lost
in
this
work
.
He
was
shot
by
prowlers
while
crossing
a
lawn
.
Yet
this
was
our
only
casualty
,
though
,
once
,
a
drunken
brute
deliberately
opened
fire
on
all
of
us
.
Luckily
,
he
fired
wildly
,
and
we
shot
him
before
he
had
done
any
hurt
.
"
At
Fruitvale
,
still
in
the
heart
of
the
magnificent
residence
section
of
the
city
,
the
plague
again
smote
us
.
Professor
Fair-mead
was
the
victim
.
Making
signs
to
us
that
his
mother
was
not
to
know
,
he
turned
aside
into
the
grounds
of
a
beautiful
mansion
.
He
sat
down
forlornly
on
the
steps
of
the
front
veranda
,
and
I
,
having
lingered
,
waved
him
a
last
farewell
.
That
night
,
several
miles
beyond
Fruitvale
and
still
in
the
city
,
we
made
camp
.
And
that
night
we
shifted
camp
twice
to
get
away
from
our
dead
.
In
the
morning
there
were
thirty
of
us
.
I
shall
never
forget
the
President
of
the
Faculty
.
During
the
morning
's
march
his
wife
,
who
was
walking
,
betrayed
the
fatal
symptoms
,
and
when
she
drew
aside
to
let
us
go
on
,
he
insisted
on
leaving
the
motor
car
and
remaining
with
her
.
There
was
quite
a
discussion
about
this
,
but
in
the
end
we
gave
in
.
It
was
just
as
well
,
for
we
knew
not
which
ones
of
us
,
if
any
,
might
ultimately
escape
.
"
That
night
,
the
second
of
our
march
,
we
camped
beyond
Haywards
in
the
first
stretches
of
country
.
And
in
the
morning
there
were
eleven
of
us
that
lived
.
Also
,
during
the
night
,
Wathope
,
the
professor
with
the
wounded
leg
,
deserted
us
in
the
motor
car
.
He
took
with
him
his
sister
and
his
mother
and
most
of
our
tinned
provisions
.
It
was
that
day
,
in
the
afternoon
,
while
resting
by
the
wayside
,
that
I
saw
the
last
airship
I
shall
ever
see
.
The
smoke
was
much
thinner
here
in
the
country
,
and
I
first
sighted
the
ship
drifting
and
veering
helplessly
at
an
elevation
of
two
thousand
feet
.
What
had
happened
I
could
not
conjecture
,
but
even
as
we
looked
we
saw
her
bow
dip
down
lower
and
lower
.
Then
the
bulkheads
of
the
various
gas-chambers
must
have
burst
,
for
,
quite
perpendicular
,
she
fell
like
a
plummet
to
the
earth
.
"
And
from
that
day
to
this
I
have
not
seen
another
airship
.
Often
and
often
,
during
the
next
few
years
,
I
scanned
the
sky
for
them
,
hoping
against
hope
that
somewhere
in
the
world
civilization
had
survived
.
But
it
was
not
to
be
.
What
happened
with
us
in
California
must
have
happened
with
everybody
everywhere
.
"
Another
day
,
and
at
Niles
there
were
three
of
us
.
Beyond
Niles
,
in
the
middle
of
the
highway
,
we
found
Wathope
.
The
motor
car
had
broken
down
,
and
there
,
on
the
rugs
which
they
had
spread
on
the
ground
,
lay
the
bodies
of
his
sister
,
his
mother
,
and
himself
.
"
Wearied
by
the
unusual
exercise
of
continual
walking
,
that
night
I
slept
heavily
.
In
the
morning
I
was
alone
in
the
world
.
Canfield
and
Parsons
,
my
last
companions
,
were
dead
of
the
plague
.
Of
the
four
hundred
that
sought
shelter
in
the
Chemistry
Building
,
and
of
the
forty-seven
that
began
the
march
,
I
alone
remained
--
I
and
the
Shetland
pony
.
Why
this
should
be
so
there
is
no
explaining
.
I
did
not
catch
the
plague
,
that
is
all
.
I
was
immune
.
I
was
merely
the
one
lucky
man
in
a
million
--
just
as
every
survivor
was
one
in
a
million
,
or
,
rather
,
in
several
millions
,
for
the
proportion
was
at
least
that
.
"
"
For
two
days
I
sheltered
in
a
pleasant
grove
where
there
had
been
no
deaths
.
In
those
two
days
,
while
badly
depressed
and
believing
that
my
turn
would
come
at
any
moment
,
nevertheless
I
rested
and
recuperated
.
So
did
the
pony
.
And
on
the
third
day
,
putting
what
small
store
of
tinned
provisions
I
possessed
on
the
pony
's
back
,
I
started
on
across
a
very
lonely
land
.
Not
a
live
man
,
woman
,
or
child
,
did
I
encounter
,
though
the
dead
were
everywhere
.
Food
,
however
,
was
abundant
.
The
land
then
was
not
as
it
is
now
.
It
was
all
cleared
of
trees
and
brush
,
and
it
was
cultivated
.
The
food
for
millions
of
mouths
was
growing
,
ripening
,
and
going
to
waste
.
From
the
fields
and
orchards
I
gathered
vegetables
,
fruits
,
and
berries
.
Around
the
deserted
farmhouses
I
got
eggs
and
caught
chickens
.
And
frequently
I
found
supplies
of
tinned
provisions
in
the
store-rooms
.
"
A
strange
thing
was
what
was
taking
place
with
all
the
domestic
animals
.
Everywhere
they
were
going
wild
and
preying
on
one
another
.
The
chickens
and
ducks
were
the
first
to
be
destroyed
,
while
the
pigs
were
the
first
to
go
wild
,
followed
by
the
cats
.
Nor
were
the
dogs
long
in
adapting
themselves
to
the
changed
conditions
.
There
was
a
veritable
plague
of
dogs
.
They
devoured
the
corpses
,
barked
and
howled
during
the
nights
,
and
in
the
daytime
slunk
about
in
the
distance
.
As
the
time
went
by
,
I
noticed
a
change
in
their
behavior
.
At
first
they
were
apart
from
one
another
,
very
suspicious
and
very
prone
to
fight
.
But
after
a
not
very
long
while
they
began
to
come
together
and
run
in
packs
.
