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alienanchovies
day three - Subscribe
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Ive been camping out in this shit hole for the past year. to date i have not made contact with any one of use... aside from picking up a few CB radio messages and the random lone traveler, its spring and sickly sweet smell of death fills the air. im sure my family or whats left of it now wander the streets aimlessly searching for what everever scraps of flesh they may come across... when the temperature reaches the low 60's i found i can go out and scavenge for whatever food and meds i may come across... sadly the only place where one can find a steady supply of antibiotics and canned goods are death traps. ammunition is running low and food is scarce, the streets are not as clear but they seem to gather... grocery stores, clubs, restaurants... the sounds of gun shots are the only thing i find comfort it, until they cease... am i gonna make it? |