It's been 12 days that we've been down here now. 12 days since I've seen the Sun. I can tell you what time it is, Should I couldn't tell you much about anything anymore. What I do know, That I can taste the dust on my teeth. Probably kicked up by the soldiers running through the streets and sifted through the floorboards. The man on the radio said help was coming seven days ago. Choppers flying overhead but we couldn't tell if they were coming for us are heading towards ground zero. This isn't a city anymore everybody talks about the end of the world either a virus or a new taking us all out. WOW! I never thought about this our supplies are running low we have injured in the dead are starting to smell. One of us is gonna have to go out. So, The only thing I'm sure of right now we've got news about a supply truck heading into the city that was ambushed by a group of survivors within 15 kilometers north where hold up. It's uncertain if there's any supplies left but we can make it there might be able to salvage the truck to get what little survivors. We have left out of the heart of the city. That's our only hope of surviving, Now everybody goes out at night as if the darkness can protect them. Darkness has never been known for that purpose. Most of the city is falling by now we're going to have to be quick as there's not much left to take shelter and the plan is simple, get to the truck, bring it back here. Loaded up and go and supplies found is just a bonus, But it's never that easy.
A group of about nine left. When we first heard from the radio of help arriving three of us were killed. We are rated for supplies soon after and a couple pregnant with a child wandered off. In the night, I still think about them who is left with myself, will, coach and a family of four, with two little girls ages maybe 9 and 11. I didn't know their name seeing as they didn't speak much English and kept in themselves. Will is a family man before all this middle-aged gray form in the temples. You could feel it is lost because you didn't talk much and we just sort of days out of it every now and then when you were talking to him. He was a clean-cut guy before the 12-day old beard started growing it. Seems like a man you can count on but a man who looked like, He didn't have much left to fight for any more. Coach was an older son of a bitch. He was one of the first people i ran into when the city was beginning to fall. It was also gathered everyone together and found this place we've been calling home for the last two weeks. He was an Iraqi war vet an army man all his life after he was dispatched home from his time finding he formed a basketball camp for war veterans suffering from PTSD. There he got the nick name coach. The family of four is a young family, parents could be much older than 30. Cute kids too,
The younger one with draw me pictures of flowers and horses and never really seen bothered about what was going on above us. The older one never left her mother's, Side poor things seemed so scared. Mother look like a kind soul was just trying to do our best to be strong for these kids. She was sing them to sleep every night and play with them, until he had the energy. With the little food we had, She would make sure they were eat first no matter what sign was. She would walk them over to the closet dark corners and show them that there was no mother is going to eat them in the night. The father seem like a nervous wreck .He was a balding little man who seemed to always be sweating would have to keep clean his glasses. They would jog up constantly always pacing and muttering in his native tongue, constantly checking his phone even know is dead.
All of ours were and always fiddling with the radio. That we could be a bit much at times, it was understandable given our current circumstance. Ever since we had heard of the ambush on the supply truck me, will and coach and discussing our options. We had a pretty solid plan on getting there but there have been a lot of variables one of the truck get bombed, what if the truck is shot up so badly it wouldn't run stuff like that. luckily since the truck was deep in the city there are tons of cars around to pull up battery, gas if needed. we finally felt good about our plan and we will go out tomorrow morning
To Be Continued .....
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Chapter Two will be posted Tomorrow
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