Dan, Stanford, and the nameless man had wandered around the wasteland of what use to be the Great Plains of America. We had caught a few feral dogs and rabbits, but it only seemed to tide us over for a few days while we searched for something, a bison, cattle, deer, anything that was big enough to take it home. Dan always carried a radio backpack on him so when we heard a message come through, we were shocked by what had happened, a few resistant infected from the camp snapped and went to attack others from the hunger that had driven them mad. We headed back and soon we saw the pyre that all the dead, from men to even women and children. I went to Sylvia who had a chunk of flesh missing from her arm. I helped tend to the wound and told her we couldn't find anything. I said perhaps a colony isn't the best option, she agreed and so the colony tore down its belongings and separated, Sylvia, Dan, Stanford, the nameless man, and I set off on our own to try to make a life for ourselves, in this ruined frontier. We decided we should go to a city and stock up on non-perishable food and weapons. I thought Missouri would be a good start looking.
YOU ARE READING
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.
