The first night in the house felt like an eternity. I wash up, and I get something to eat and drink. I can’t just sit at home and hope. It’s time to explore the rest of the new world. I pack up, and I’m ready to roll. I take an assault rifle, a sword, and a grenade with me. I can’t find the key to the car so I will have to walk. I step out of the house, and I’m on my way out. It’s a long walk, and the scenery is unpleasant. The destruction is everywhere. I make it to the city. As I explore the city, I see dead bodies everywhere, and it’s absolutely disgusting. I wonder if all this destruction was caused by a rebellion against the government. I don’t need many supplies, but the more, the better. I should take anything I can find. The new world is a lonely one, and I want to find survivors. I want to know what is happening in the world. I’m looking for good people, but I doubt I will find anyone. Walking helps me think. I seem to get places faster as my mind wanders.
