Surviving Day By Day (Book 1): So it Begins Read Free

counting all of them up they totaled ten. Finding a flat cart he loaded up the cans and hauled them out to the back of the van. After loading them up he opened the rear windows then turned and went back to the barn to see what else he could find. Pulling his flat cart around he picked up an axe, a small tool box filled with wrenches, sockets, screwdrivers, and some things that he had no idea what he would use them for. Then he came upon a wooden box filled with nails, hammers, and a carpenter’s belt. Charlie felt like he had hit the family version of Home depot. On the wall hung an old hand weed cutter, taking it down he swung it as if he was fighting off biters. “Yeah, this will work real good.”
    At the back of the barn he found a locked closet, taking a crowbar he had picked up, he broke the latch. As he pulled the door open his eyes widened. “SWEEEET FUCKING JACKPOT!” he shouted, then glanced around quickly as if expecting one of the nuns to come out of nowhere with a ruler.
    The room was full of guns, ammunition, compound bows and crossbows. Picking up one of the crossbows he pulled back the string and it locked in place. Putting an arrow in, he turned and fire it toward an old hubcap on the wall, hitting it dead center. “I could so get use to this.” he said with a smile, loading all he could on to his cart.
    As he went out a side door and saw a large 250 gallon gas barrel on a frame. Heading around to the van he finished loading his goods in and then drove around to the barrel. T aking the pump of the side he turned the valve. Gas came out and he filled his van up, then shut it off and hung it back up.
    Climbing back in, he started off heading east as the sun was setting behind him. Charlie figured he’d drive another hour then find someplace to hold up for the night. His day had been successful he was still alive and in better shape than when started.
    Charlie woke up as the sun’s rays came shining through the windshield. Sitting up he stretched and then took a quick scan around checking for any sign of biters. Not seeing any was as much as a relief as him relieving the pressure on his bladder. Turning to the van he opened the back door taking out a small plastic wash basin he poured in some water and picked up a small bottle of hand soap. Drying his hands with a towel that hung on a hanger on the back door he then grabbed a bag of beef jerky and took a bite.
    Chewing it he walked around and working out the nights kinks, he came up on a sign. Humansville Mo. “Damn now that’s funny right there.” Mimicking an old comedian he once heard. “I doubt there might be anything resembling a human left.” He finished eating and packed everything up climbed in and started the van.
    He wished he could find a way around but his little a tlas didn’t show any of the county roads around it so he was stuck. He’d managed to map out a route that kept him away from the big cities but the small towns were harder to avoid. The town itself seemed quiet; in fact there were no biters at all. The windows in the small stores were broken out showing that even here in small town America the looters had run rampant.
    Charlie drove, weaving in and out of the cars that were just sitting in the street. The thought crossed his mind as he looked down into them, “Damn where the hell is everybody.” There were no bodies no parts of bodies, nothing. More smashed windows and broken glass littered both the street and the sidewalk. Doors had been smashed in; the wind blew papers around and down the street.
    “This is the proverbial ghost town,” he said out loud. He slowed as he got to the town square. Looking back and forth the hairs on his arms came up. He saw nothing, just buildings no biters, no humans, hell he didn’t even see a stray dog or any birds. To him it was if he’d landed in an old Twilight Zone show.
    Pulling into a gas station he grabbed his crossbow and got out , hoping he might be able to get some gas out of