Security

Another day another way to get killed. This wasteland is not for the faint of heart,  it can give you hope then rip it away in the same day. I went out with 3 other guys  armed for the worst in the search for wood and supplies to board up windows and block doors from outside invaders, right now Johny and I are hunkered down in a raiders camp waiting for them to finally go to, I hope it helps that they think we're dead or don't know we're still in the camp. If they hadn't ambushed us at the homedepo it wouldnt have to be like this. It would have to end like this

Necessity

Today has been quite tiring indeed, my group from the shelter or what's left of them anyway is badly and only a handful of us could volunteer for a scouting party. After Many hours of searching the roads and finding nothing but broken down homes in this neighborhood  we happen to come upon a true perfect place to set up and hold out through the cold. I never thought I would see a good old Walmart again. Most of the produce has gone bad, but there is still a lot of food to go around. The only problem is that most equipment and weapons has been scavenged but it's as good a place as any to live for the time being. So far the the group is releived to be out of the cold and happy to have some hot food in there belly. It wasn't easy moving the wounded, many have infections and there is no pharmacy around that we know of.  We can stay here for little while but we need to fortifie the area. We're going out again for supplies. 

unprecedented

There’s another one, a flash of white light, like a sun had burst from within the city’s, engulfing all the sky scrapers and building and the sound, and there was no sound. I stood on top of a large hill and watched the light begin to grow larger below. All of the people’s faces in terror and there mouth a gap with what looked to be a scream but I can't hear a thing. Even there shadows burst into flames and as the white light got closer I could feel something sliding around my arm. I turned to see a serpent smiling at me with a kind of sick pleasure as if it had been waiting for ages for such an event in time. Then the light went out. 

I awoke to ash covering my face, watching people going back and forth, oblivious to the young man in the sleeping bag. They carry on their day to day tasks of scavenging and searching for anything and everything they could possibly need. Personally, I think there searching for a sense of purpose in all of this chaos; something to hold onto, a sort of meaning for this disaster. There was no need for this to happen, millions of people gone in a flash. I curse the man who played god and pushed the button. There must have been another way, there is always another way. I sit up and unzip my sleeping bag; the air attacks my legs and arms, we have yet to fix the holes in the roof and walls but this factory is still our home, for the time being. For now the only purpose I have is to survive and on that note I hope they have something good for breakfast at the kitchen.

They attacked us this morning; we were out number and out gunned. I tried to fight them off but in the end we had to retreat. My hands are stained burgundy and the color seems to flake off with every stroke of my pen. I never liked backing down and running but considering the circumstances I probably wouldn't be writing this if I hadn't. There are few people who made it out alive, and even fewer not wounded by the attack. Right now we are stranded in this god forsaken waste land. Just have to stay warm and get some sleep, we have a long day ahead of us