12 Sept 2021 14:37

The gray sky is once again dropping gray snow on us as we trudge down the highway, we didn’t sleep well.. my new friends especially the furry one who snores kept me awake most of the night.. I still don’t know my traveling companions name, neither does she.. we didn’t find anything around the wreckage with a name. She looks like a Brenda to me.  Why? I have no clue.. she just looks like a Brenda would look, so that’s what I’ll call her..

We’ve made our way about 5 miles through what looks like a junk yard, it’s been almost 48 hours since the EMP and then the nukes that rained down on us, I counted at least 3 mushrooms in the distance, probably about 50 miles apart, but close enough that it pretty much obliterated everyone in that sphere of destruction.

Bravo smells something other than death as his nose and ears perk every so often, I don’t know what he smells or sees, I cant make things out so well in the dark, and it’s dark, like a really bad thunderstorm, only you can see the sun peak through every now and then.. I’ve bandaged Brenda up as best I can until we get closer to a town or village or even a farm house that I can get some better medical supplies from,, shoulda been a prepper.. I need to stop and rest, can’t find any water worth drinking, all the vehicles we’ve come upon are twisted bits of melted metal, anything that was inside is a smoldering goo.. getting closer to Kilo Charlie, there are more and more unfortunate souls littering the ditches. I can’t imagine what went through their minds, this isn’t a tornado, you were not going to survive laying in a ditch.. very strange… reminds me of when I was watching what unfolded 20 years ago on tv when the news showed people jumping from the wtc .. a tragic end… rest and then we try to find food


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