"Okay, Einstein," I muttered to myself, "now what?"

I stopped moving. A park lay on the other side of the road, a small maintained forest, thick with oaks, maples, and pines. My next move was to get to them. Once I had some cover, I could worry about figuring something out. But first, I had to get off the street.

My legs refused to move.

"Who are you kidding?" I said aloud. "All your friends are gone. All your family is gone. The Church is all you had left. What are you ...