The Invasion

The First Leg Of My Trip

Once I got back to the house, I grabbed a backpack and a stuffed a knife, a package of new pens, my notebook, a camera, extra batteries, a hammer, an extensive first aid kit,
and all the premade sandwiches and bottles of water I could find, in.

Anything else I could possibly need I could just break into a store and
steal. Well, not technically because the owners aren't alive anymore, but still stealing since it's not mine. I watched the movie "National Treasure 2: Book of Secrets" again. But this time
I fast-forwarded to the part where he kidnaps the president and gets the code for the XY section of the Library and the code for the President's Secret Book. I wrote the codes down
in my "Stuff I Need to Remember" notebook.

"Crap, I can't find the car keys!" I shouted. Why do cars still have keys anyway? You only end up losing them. With all the technology we have
come up with, including hovercars and eyescreens, they couldn't make machines to find things that are lost or hovercars that don't need
keys. But inventors haven't, and probably never will since the whole human race is wiped out except for me.

Possibly. At least I hope not... I
violently shook my head, clearing that thought. I have to keep up hope, once hope is lost then so is everything I've worked for so far. I kicked the cement wall. Hard. The world around me turned red, especially my big toe.
Ok. Take a deep breath. I sat on the front porch and rested for a minute while my time left ticked on by.

I decided I'm not getting anywhere
getting mad about it. Without thinking about it first I checked the door on the car thinking for
some reason that it would solve something.

Unlocked! The stupid keys were already in the ignition, probably because my mother attempted
to escape the invasion. Her last attempt to live.

Very well the last thing one of my family or friends did. That thought hit me like a brick. I almost cried at the thought; I hadn't really felt like my family was gone until now. I'm never going to see them again, ever. But that just means that I'm going to have to try that much harder to survive, for them. They deserve that much.
I turned the keys and the car rose to life.

I flipped on the GPS, and thank God it worked! I wasn't about to fly/drive all the way to D.C. from Indianapolis blind.
"Library of Congress," I told the GPS. The screen shifted to Washington D.C. and showed an
animation of the Library of Congress and a voice said,
"Is this the location you were looking for?" "Yes," I responded, and the car jerked foreword.
"Do you want me on autopilot?" the car asked in the worst British accent I have ever heard though my parents thought it was cool. "Yes, don't stop at lights or stop signs. Keep me posted on how long until we arrive," I
answered.

"Are you..." the car started. "Yes, I'm positive!" I yelled at it. The autopilot
and special instructions light flickered on the dashboard. The digital clock showed the time, time of arrival, and time until the destination will be reached.
TIME: 6:00 PM-
TIME OF ARRIVAL: 3:54 AM-
TIME UNTIL ARRIVAL: 9 hours 54 minutes

I fell asleep in the first hour. Staying up all night finally caught up with me. When I woke up it was almost 2 o'clock in the morning, about
2 more hours until I hit Washington. I was also hungry.

"Grrgg!" my stomach told me. I grabbed my bag and took out one of the wrapped sandwiches. It didn't taste as good as it usually did, especially since my mother who made the sandwiches isn't here anymore, but I have to keep going.

I took out a bottle of water and downed half of it in a matter of seconds. Traveling always makes me
thirsty. But these few bottles aren't going to last very long.

"Detour. Find a grocery store and stop there before going to our destination," I said to the car. "Detouring," the car responded. Within a few minutes I was in front of "Smith's Grocery." I
took my hammer and smashed the windows on the doors.

Water was in aisle 4. Whoever Smith
was he had giant jugs of water and bottled water. I decided to get two jugs, one extendostraw to be able to drink out of the jugs all the way to the last drop, and four bottles of water to stick in my bag. I lugged one jug at a
time out to the car and put the extendostraw and bottles of water in my bag. I checked other isles to see if anything else I could use was in
them. In isle 10 was the hardware supplies. Smith had a ladder-in-a-can. A ladder-in-a-can is a can that you open up to reveal a ladder. But, it's not reusable, so I grabbed two of them just in case. I shoved them into my backpack and climbed into the car.

"Moving on," I told my car, and it lurched toward our destination.