Week 3

After my first two tastes of blood I grew a desire to protect my group no matter the cost.  So I gathered supplies to fortify our position to create a castle.  Using a plethora of tools that I found in the shed I began boarding up windows, creating watch posts, fortified a prison, and established a med center.  I encased a rooftop porch into a lookout point.  The house was fit for a king.  Thus we lived like starving royalty, eating minimal amounts to stretch out our supplies.

Weeks 1-2

The first days were easy, eating fresh produce, sitting back and watching the chaos ensue.  Paradise broke.  On the fifth day, we were attacked.  Someone was ransacking houses in the area, something that we had already done, but we never covered our tracks.  Our extra body, a guy named Samuel was walking around the property, making sure that there were no holes in our fence, but he neve heard the 2 guys hop the fence.  It all happened so quickly, a crack, an argument, then a bullet.  The 7 of us remaining grabbed whatever we could get our hands on and rushed outside.  The two intruders panicked and started running, one made it back over the fence but broke his ankle when he fell from it, and the other, he died.  He was running as I chased him with a fire poker.  He ran behind a tree and as I followed him, when I rounded The tree all I felt was a sharp pain in the jaw.  He pistol whipped me.  He was looking through my clothes as he assumed that he escaped everyone else and was just looting another corpse, so he never bothered checking my fists for what was clenched in my fingers.  As I startled awake he fell back and grabbed his .44 as I swang as hard as I could.  The only thing I experienced was the crack of the steel connecting with his skull, and the smell of blood in the air.

The other was captured and made to tell us where their food and supplies were, and in the end, there were just the seven of us and their two ATV's and a couple weeks worth of canned goods and enough supplies to last us a long while.

Days 1-3

Day 1:
It was 3am when the first bombs hit, but it wasn't the light that woke me, but my dogs.  They just started going crazy, running up and down stairs, barking, scratching at doors; just trying to run.  I went to check my phone to see the time, but it wouldn't turn on, even though it was plugged in.  No power.  Nowhere.  The clocks were stuck at 3:13.  It wasn't just a power outtage, but no power whatsoever, cars wouldn't turn over, generators wouldn't work, batteries were just fried.  Nothing to to but start to hoard, so I turned on my tub and my sinks and filled them to the brim with fresh water.  I needed more then just a couple of basic supplies, I needed weapons, I needed food, I needed to survive.  I knew what was going on, the beginning of WWIII, or so I thought.  Flashes of light, earthquakes enough to level houses around me, ashes falling everywhere, a nuclear holocaust.  Nothing to do for 24 hours.
Day 2:
 a backpack with some survival necessities, and set out to go scavenge some supplies.  As I walked into town I couldn't believe my eyes, everybody was looting, there were dead bodies in the street, cars overturned and on fire, everybody was running around looting and stealing.  So I set out to get what I needed.  The first stop I went to was the army navy store to get some protection.  As I left the store, someone came up from behind me and pressed a knife against my back, and said gimme all you got, and as I turned around to give him a pair of combat boots I had acquired, I realized that it was a old friend whom I hadn't seen in a year since switching schools.  The funny thing is that he recognized me too.  So he offered to let me help him and  a couple more people that had banded together as a sort of rag tag survivor group.  I don't know what time it was when I woke up, no light to judge anything, no clocks to tell me, all I knew was that I woke up later then I should've.  So I gathered up some supplies, and packed
Day 3.
After a successful day of plundering, a group of us decided to band up and find a place to stay that would be very easy to fortify, well secluded and sustainable.  So we decided that a good friend of mines house would be quite suitable.  We headed 3 miles out of town to a house on a dead end street, to Charlie's.  His house is in the middle of a very wooded area, with plenty of deer to hunt, a river to drink from, a safe haven in a wasteland.

Since the Bombs Dropped

It's been 10 days since the bombs dropped.  DC, New York, Miami, LA.  All gone.