{"id":146,"date":"2017-09-16T00:01:21","date_gmt":"2017-09-16T04:01:21","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/kirabug.com\/?p=146"},"modified":"2017-09-08T21:40:25","modified_gmt":"2017-09-09T01:40:25","slug":"day-16-signs-of-life","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/kirabug.com\/wordpress\/2017\/09\/day-16-signs-of-life\/","title":{"rendered":"Day 16: Signs of life"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Day 16:<\/p>\n<p>My supplies of meat were getting low again, so I spent the day fishing.<\/p>\n<p>I must have hit an old trash dump or something under the surf, because I didn&#8217;t just catch fish. I also caught my line on some leather, what appears to be a horse&#8217;s saddle, and, somewhat stereotypically a pair of boots.<\/p>\n<p>If I was fishing on old Earth with my grandfather then I would only be surprised because we hadn&#8217;t pulled out a whole washing machine. But humanoid tools mean that humanoids are here &#8212; or at least, were here.<\/p>\n<p>Maybe the zombies were actually intelligent (or at least non-homicidal-maniac) humanoids at some point. Or maybe the skeletons were. But there was someone, and they were here. And if I dig up enough stuff, I may be able to figure out where they went and follow them.<\/p>\n<p>Side note: there are wild horses in the area. They&#8217;re so wild they don&#8217;t really care about me at all. I walked up to one and threw the saddle over it, and it yelled at me. So taming a horse is harder than that&#8230; which I knew, but it was worth trying.<\/p>\n<p>Time to sleep. It&#8217;s been a few days.<\/p>\n<figure id=\"attachment_292\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-292\" style=\"width: 2048px\" class=\"wp-caption alignnone\"><a href=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/kirabug.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/08\/One-Among-The-Dead-17.png?ssl=1\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"wp-image-292 size-full\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/kirabug.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/08\/One-Among-The-Dead-17.png?resize=525%2C394&#038;ssl=1\" alt=\"black and white sketch of a right boot with no laces. includes the words: boot clearly for a hominid. no laces. all leather. unsure what the sole is. fluffy lining once?\" width=\"525\" height=\"394\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/kirabug.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/08\/One-Among-The-Dead-17.png?w=2048&amp;ssl=1 2048w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/kirabug.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/08\/One-Among-The-Dead-17.png?resize=300%2C225&amp;ssl=1 300w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/kirabug.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/08\/One-Among-The-Dead-17.png?resize=768%2C576&amp;ssl=1 768w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/kirabug.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/08\/One-Among-The-Dead-17.png?resize=1024%2C768&amp;ssl=1 1024w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/kirabug.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/08\/One-Among-The-Dead-17.png?w=1575&amp;ssl=1 1575w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 767px) 89vw, (max-width: 1000px) 54vw, (max-width: 1071px) 543px, 580px\" \/><\/a><figcaption id=\"caption-attachment-292\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">They&#8217;re pretty solid boots, as random objects one finds while fishing go.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Day 16: My supplies of meat were getting low again, so I spent the day fishing. I must have hit an old trash dump or something under the surf, because I didn&#8217;t just catch fish. I also caught my line on some leather, what appears to be a horse&#8217;s saddle, and, somewhat stereotypically a pair &hellip; <\/p>\n<p class=\"link-more\"><a href=\"https:\/\/kirabug.com\/wordpress\/2017\/09\/day-16-signs-of-life\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;Day 16: Signs of life&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[9],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-146","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-one-among-the-dead"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/pdUhYo-2m","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/kirabug.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/146","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/kirabug.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/kirabug.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kirabug.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kirabug.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=146"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/kirabug.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/146\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":547,"href":"https:\/\/kirabug.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/146\/revisions\/547"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/kirabug.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=146"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kirabug.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=146"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kirabug.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=146"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}