The Longest Hour-The First Day

I found a sort of new notebook in the burned out shop of a what used to be a book store and a package of pens that were unopened, something that hadn’t been scavenged from the destruction I suppose. I’m going to try and document our “journey” as we try to survive what has become something I never would have imagined in my or my sons lifetimes.  We only survived the attacks by barricading ourselves in the basement of what used to be a hardware store not far from our home.  After about 12 hours of constant bombardment we slowly made our way through the rubble to the surface.

What I saw as we came through the debris was destruction I can only compare to what I saw in an old history book my father had of what had happened to England in WWII. I heard the cries of women, children who were trapped in the rubble, the boys and I did our best to get them out, as we tossed the rubble we could lift, the cries stopped and only then did I know that they had probably died, I couldn’t do anything more for them, I have to protect the boys and myself.

We walked for what seemed to be hours through rubble and destruction finally coming into what used to be a quiet suburban neighborhood of laughing children, friendly neighbors, solemn nights and silent streets. My home leveled to the ground, charred skeleton of years of memories. We made our way through the remains to retrieve anything we could of that life. I recovered a shotgun and an old Springfield rifle that were passed down from our Grandfather and thank God I kept them in firing condition from the rubble along with the fireboxes that contained passports, old pictures, our marriage license and some of the things that I thought important enough to keep, stuffed them into my backpack and looked for the one thing I needed to survive out here: Ammunition.

The lock box I kept ammo in was buried deep in the basement under some chunks of concrete. I have a box of shells for the shotgun and 2 boxes for the Springfield. Henry and Ryan loaded them and put the remainder in a backpack, we looked for anything edible and of course we needed water and I’m not seeing anything like that anywhere. Its starting to get hot, and we’ve got to find shelter somewhere safe.

I think today is the 25th of June  2034. God Help Us

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