It took me 14 days to travel to the camp, but another 10 days to build up the courage to enter, at first I was greeted with rifles in my face, but I did not move, they asked me my name.....I had been so long that I almost forgot it. I looked at the inside cover of my Bible, as I had put my number and name in case o ever lost it before the virus. I told them my name and they let me in. Majority were wearing gasmasks, a few wore simple cloth masks like the one I wore and had sickly pale skin, so they must have been resistant to the virus, and some wore no masks at all, so they must have been immune. They had many weapons, the 1911 and a sword were what I chose when I joined them. They let me stay with them, and I met a few friends, Dan, a man who could fix about anything mechanical, he was a heavy smoker though, Stanford, a master when it came to weaponry, and a woman named Sylvia. She was beautiful and intelligent, but she is a woman of science and I am a man of faith. We have butted heads here and there, but it seems we are the glue holding this camp together. I keep moral up while she helps people heal. This seems like a good place to settle for a while
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From the Ashes: Journal of Joshua Galen
General FictionA journal format story of a wanderer in a apocalyptic setting, as he slowly is overcome by a virus that has destroyed society.
