We soon came across a city, the sign had been painted over, now making the sign say, "Welcome to Hell" The red mist that was in the city made it seem like that was just true, I crossed myself and we entered the city, cars abandoned on the road and rogues plundered the city. We made our way from store to store, taking what food was reasonable, even helping others and getting them set for travel. Soon we found a gun shop, like before, we took what seemed reasonable, four hundred rounds for each gun we had and cleaning supplies, my 1911 needed cleaned, the chemixal mist solidifies into red crystals on metal when it's cold. It had gone through the winter without being chipped off and it hasn't worked since I got it. We got out as soon as we could and went on our way, our trek to salvation had begun, we shall find our Jerusalem.
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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.
