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for months now. They look so saddened almost as if their hope in life was virtually evaporating from them with each moment that passes. I notice their attire – rags and old coats and tennis shoes. We all look like homeless people in today’s time. None of us have eaten or drank any fluids in a day’s time. Food, water and shelter have become scarce, almost impossible to find over the years.
    Ruffling my hand through miscellaneous objects in my bag, I finally pull out a lock pick. Kneeling down and placing my attention back on the door in front of me, I hear a click as the door on my left slightly pops open. I stand to my feet signaling a few men in the crowd to ready their weapons in case there are other drifters that may pose a threat. Four men ahead of the crowd aim M-4 assault rifles at the double doors anticipating danger. The weapons are actually out of ammo from previous hunts for food, but having a barrel aimed at a person does more intimidation than a few people with balled up fists.
    Readying an old fashioned kerosene lantern, I take a deep breath before swinging the door open and they rush in with me leading the way shinning the light. We burst into a large powerless wooden floored open room with bleachers and basketball rims at opposing ends of the room, it’s the gymnasium. I shine the light around the gymnasium seeing green and gold banners saying, “Manitou Springs High Home of the Mustangs.” And I think to myself, great more horses. I guess it was the pride of this small town in Colorado.
    “Thomas, it’s clear!” yells out one of the brave men that check the safety of the gymnasium for the day’s shelter.
    I quickly put my finger over my lips warning him that it isn’t safe to speak so loudly yet.
    “Sorry,” he says with widened eyes after the reminder.
    “It’s okay. But glory be to God, then for this place. Here take this,” I said to him handing over the kerosene lantern. “Can you check the nearby rooms just in case, and the kitchen for any food, please?”
    “I’ll get right on it, Thomas,” he says, grabbing the lantern with one hand while holding the assault rifle in the other. “Come on,” he tells the other man carrying an M-4 as they run off.
    I head back to the opened door waving my hand to signal the others to come inside the electrically absent building. Electricity was another luxury we were made to do without for over three years now. The year is now 2017, and despite the expectations advancing technology as time goes on, what little civilization that remains in today’s world have only back tracked instead. It feels as if things get any worse, we’ll be cavemen swinging clubs at everything we don’t understand due to lack of knowledge and short attention spans.
    I walk over and open the other large metal door to allow twice the access into the school so that everyone can get in quickly. I look at each face that passes me by; men, children and women – some even pregnant – enter a place so unfamiliar to them, yet they welcome the safety and rest that we all hope it may bring with it. A place we may willingly call home even if just for the day.  Even without the luxuries of power or food and water, it’s still a lot better than the deadly outdoors we’ve been surviving. But we have been surviving nonetheless, through the grace of God, of course.
    After the last person walks by, I step outside and scan the area for any followers that may have been pursuing us. Seeing no one, I quickly close the door behind us. “Alright, listen, everyone,” I say, trying to maintain low tones in the gymnasium as my voices carries.
    They all turn their eyes towards me.
    “We, as of now, have a place of shelter at least for the night. You know what needs to be done first. All the windows need to be covered with boards, blankets or whatever necessary to keep light from being seen through those windows,” I tell them, pointing at the broad windows that take the higher half of an