Isolation Day 3

I awoke this morning to a world dark and grey. As was feared, the water supply went dry before dawn. Water began flowing again only recently. By my estimates, there is enough to last until Wednesday. Then I must seek a new place to dwell.
But life has not fully left this land. Today, I saw two deer on the outskirts of the territory.
However, deer are not good conversationalists. At least I have not yet resorted to making sock puppets in order to engage in some sort of dialogue. I am not fully mad yet.
The day is still young, and I shall attempt to make contact with the outside world.
All's quiet on the northern front.

Isolation Day 2

It has been over 24 hours since the Departure. I survived the night, and it is only now that the quiet is starting to get to me. I have not started to monologue yet, but I fear that will occur before the night is over.
I look out the window, and while I see signs of civilization, they are devoid of life.
The water supply may not last long, and tomorrow I must travel into foreign territory. I have the documents so that I may pretend to be one of these "others," but I feel that they can see through my disguise. I must do what I can.
Good night, and good luck.