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.