Alone and AfraidChapter 2 On the Road
Coming to Augusta from South Carolina, one must cross the Savannah River. As I was on the bridge crossing the river, I saw smoke! It was ahead and to my left in town. I was hopeful. That smoke was the first sign of people since I woke on Monday. I know it hadn’t been that long but seeing no one was disconcerting and disheartening. I followed the smoke into Augusta hoping for people. As I got closer to the source of the smoke, I became scared. I wasn’t the most gregarious of people and was...