November 15, 2049/2 months after The Collapse
I felt nothing but dread walking this unbroken road. Pierce Street has never been so quiet.
Finding shelter is difficult in the suburban area, but I need to get to something before bandits come out like bears after hibernation. I've never felt so cynical in my life.
I was at awe to see two untouched houses next to one another on the corner of the street. Both painted glacier white with the front lawn growing into what looked like a rainforest. Aside from that, the houses would do well for tonight. I picked up my duffel bag and walked to the front foyer.
Pulling out my blue airbrushed AUG, I banged on the front door with the barrel and hid behind a pillar to see if anybody would come out. Five minutes past and I decided to come inside.
Room-by-room I searched the house for any signs of residence. Nothing. Not sure if I should be relived or disappointed.
The house was cleaned of everything from the drawers to the closets. Couldn't find a single useful thing other than a place to lay down. "Looks better on the outside" was never so literal to me now. This place was more bland and colorless than a fucking snow globe.
A crackle of lightning followed by the rumble of thunder didn't need to convince me further that I should find the attic. I don't want to be caught in another flooding. Happens frequently now. I find a string hanging from the roof revealing the attic door.
I put everything down next to me and rest my head on my bag. 'Just sleep', I thought. 'It'll never get better if you can't sleep'.
I want to sleep, God as my witness I knew I needed it. But the nightmares. Seeing Michelle and Katie.. Seeing them holding onto the pavement... And watching them just fall into the Earth...
It's unbearable. The only thing that eases the pain is knowing that Jacob is okay. Knowing he's strong and that I'll get to him soon.
'This the kinda house I wanted for the kids, Michelle', I said to myself. 'You always wanted the neighborhood with the nice neighbors. I hope you have those nice neighbors with you now.'
I feel my eyelids trembling as I slowly lose consciousness.
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Earth's Omega
Adventure45-year-old Dexter Routh attempts to survive in an Earth torn asunder by a 7-day siege of great hurricanes and other natural disasters only referred to as The Collapse.
