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Chapter 3-The Journal
James sat on the bench outside a deli he had just searched. All he had found in the deli was an old fedora,some packages of ham and a combat pistol off a dead soldier. What was strange was the blood was fresh on on the dead soldier. Could the enemy have survived the war was the rest of America still alive and his city just a little accident? No, he knew it wouldn't be just his city to suffer destruction.
He got up placing the old fedora on his head as he walked down the street. Having the pistol made him feel a little better after seeing the dead soldier ,but he was still on the lookout. He decided he would find a car and drive up to the Burning Harbor as they called it during the war. The burning harbor got its name because during one of the raids all the boats were burned. Eventually they repaired the harbor and turned it into a naval base. Then he would find a boat and search for other survivors.
He hummed to himself as he walked down a side ally. He was going to check the old illegal car garage near the airport that half the town used to visit. The mechanics, Carl and Frank, had always been nice, letting James help them repair cars and teaching him how to hot wire them too. His parents had forbid him to see them but he always went in the night. He hoped maybe Carl or Frank were still alive.
He opened up the back door and slowly walked in. He hit the little bell on the wall twice. It had always been their way of telling intruder from friend. No response, he flicked the light switch on and saw a black jeep sitting in the garage. there was also a few scattered papers and a journal on Frank's desk. He picked up the journal and began to read. He picked the first page that wasn't stained,burnt or teared out...
He then remembered Carl's bike. he opened the creaky tool closet and saw it hidden there under a pile of rags. He pulled it out and looked at it. It was in great condition except for a bit of mud and dirt. He walked it out of the building and began to bike North toward the infamous burning harbor. As he biked he saw a few deer and a pair of birds that looked like cardinals except the size of hawks with snow white feathers. He wondered how all these animals were getting these new colors? He wondered if maybe these colors had significance. He parked the bike and some bushes and laid out his sleeping bag under a palm tree.
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James sat on the bench outside a deli he had just searched. All he had found in the deli was an old fedora,some packages of ham and a combat pistol off a dead soldier. What was strange was the blood was fresh on on the dead soldier. Could the enemy have survived the war was the rest of America still alive and his city just a little accident? No, he knew it wouldn't be just his city to suffer destruction.
He got up placing the old fedora on his head as he walked down the street. Having the pistol made him feel a little better after seeing the dead soldier ,but he was still on the lookout. He decided he would find a car and drive up to the Burning Harbor as they called it during the war. The burning harbor got its name because during one of the raids all the boats were burned. Eventually they repaired the harbor and turned it into a naval base. Then he would find a boat and search for other survivors.
He hummed to himself as he walked down a side ally. He was going to check the old illegal car garage near the airport that half the town used to visit. The mechanics, Carl and Frank, had always been nice, letting James help them repair cars and teaching him how to hot wire them too. His parents had forbid him to see them but he always went in the night. He hoped maybe Carl or Frank were still alive.
He opened up the back door and slowly walked in. He hit the little bell on the wall twice. It had always been their way of telling intruder from friend. No response, he flicked the light switch on and saw a black jeep sitting in the garage. there was also a few scattered papers and a journal on Frank's desk. He picked up the journal and began to read. He picked the first page that wasn't stained,burnt or teared out...
Day:2
It has been always quiet since the last raid. I think we might be the only ones left. We have found some food and water in a nearby building. Rations: 3 loaves of bread, 4 jugs of water, and a bit of meat and butter. A man and a woman ran into us at the old JJ's Diner while we were scavenging. It took both our groups a while to calm down after seeing other life. Their names were Bill and Cassandra
Day:5
We saw a few wolves and a fox. They were strange they had oddly colored fur and the fox had green eyes. What is going on? Today we met Sam. He had a bit of food so we agreed he could join our "safe house".
Day:6
We saw a few people drive by in two jeeps. They had an assortment of guns and other weapons so we decided to not talk to them. They also had someone tied up in the back of the second jeep. Looks like there are a lot more survivors than the five of us.
Day:7
There was a weird fire in a building and someone or something blew up the 2nd street book store. Frank was in there. Looks like me and the others are gonna be alone. We saw it while we were scavenging.
Day:8
We have scavenged enough supplies and we are heading out in my van. We are heading up into Georgia to find a plane and/or better shelter. Current Survivors: Sam Frank Bill Cassandra
The rest of the pages were burnt and scratched. What was that about? He checked the black jeep to see if it was working but when he opened the hood he saw that the engine had been shot up with some sort of gun. Had they broken it so none of the strange men in the jeeps found it or had someone else sabotaged it?
He then remembered Carl's bike. he opened the creaky tool closet and saw it hidden there under a pile of rags. He pulled it out and looked at it. It was in great condition except for a bit of mud and dirt. He walked it out of the building and began to bike North toward the infamous burning harbor. As he biked he saw a few deer and a pair of birds that looked like cardinals except the size of hawks with snow white feathers. He wondered how all these animals were getting these new colors? He wondered if maybe these colors had significance. He parked the bike and some bushes and laid out his sleeping bag under a palm tree.
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