Wolf War One

Chapter 1: Fenton City

David sat there as the clock on the wall ticked by, minute by minute. His mind was blank and his head was tilted forward as he slumped in his chair. Work had only last for a little less than an hour so far, but his bed back at home was already calling out.
       For two years, he had two different jobs throughout the week. On Saturday through Monday he worked the radios, on Tuesday through Thursday he was a guard up on the main wall, with Friday being his day off. Fenton City used to be a miniature town in northeaster Nevada before the war, but as the war progressed and the wolves made it to North America, and eventually California, the town had grown to around 500. Though, everyone in the town knew eachother, and refugees from surrounding states that had not been quick enough to set up defenses were not uncommon.
      He had moved to Fenton City just 2 years prior. The human-safe borders shrank more and more, so David and his mother Rebecca had to keep moving more and more inland. He was just 10 when the war began, so he was used to moved since it was almost all he did throughout the rest of his teenage years.
       "Hey!"
     David jumped high into the air as his eyes shot open. his head swiveled over to his right to see his co-worker Jackson standing beside him, hunched over with laughter.
      "Oh my goooosh, you should have seen your face" Jackson wheezed as he sat down beside David on the watch tower bench. "Clearly nothing interesting has happened, it looks like you've slept through half your shift." David glanced at his watch and noticed that it was 8:00 P.M, 6 hours since his shift started.
     "Oh wow, I slept through more than half."
     "Well tomorrow is Friday, you can sleep all day then." Jackson teased as David stood up and grabbed his things.
     "I guess, see you next Tuesday." They waved and David took off back home. It was dark, but his house was only a few minutes from the border. He opened the front door and tossed his stuff on the couch in the living room.
       David's mom poked her head out from the kitchen. "Oh hi, hun. Dinners been done for a bit, it's in the microwave."
     He thanked her as he sat down on the couch. Despite his nap, he was still exhausted. The week had taken a toll on him, and he was ready to collapse into a slumber right on the living room couch. He dragged his jacket over himself and promptly passed out.

Morning had come fast, and David woke up around 7 to his mom threatening to beat him with a flip-flop if he didn't go to the store and get groceries for the week.
     Within 5 minutes, he was out the door by threat of beating by flip-flop. He walked down the roads and slowly began to make his way to the organic grocery. With the outer world basically being cut off, people had to make do with what they mostly already had and could grow. Cars didn't work anymore, seeing as though nobody could get gasoline easily anymore, and electric cars too way too much of the electricity they could produce with solar power power than it would be worth.
      His stomach grumbled as he walked into the shop, quickly grabbing a couple bags of potatoes and oatmeal. After grabbing some milk, cheese, and some awkward conversation with the cashier as she rung up his groceries, he was on his way back home.
    One surprising thing had made a resurgence: newspapers. As he headed back the yell of a newspaper boy caught his attention. He listened in to what he had to say.
"News from the Main Office of Human Settlements! All contact with New Orleans and the United New Lousiana Districts have gone silent! Presumed lost! Read more, just five bucks!"
      A ball formed in David's stomach as he thought about the news all the way home. That only left 5 safe-havens in the United States left. The Michigan-Wisconsin Jointure, the State of Great Plains that took up Oklahoma and all of Texas's Panhandle, along with some of Kansas, the state of Atlanta, which took up the tops of Georgia and Alabama, The New Sierras, which David lived in, and The Winnipeg compromise, which stretched from North Dakota in part of Canada. Just a year ago, there was 150 safe-havens scattered throughout the US.
      David shuttered at the thought, and he in front of his house before he knew it. Tomorrow was Saturday, a day where he had control if the radio to the outside world. He could learn more about it then.