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

wat er breaks and to check his map.
    He sighed a little as he realized he had gone past Ft Leonard Wood and it was now north and behind him. There had been no more signs of planes or helicopters. Charlie had passed a sign that welcomed him to Mark Twain National Forest and was now looking at sign that said Elephant State park. The bar across the road was held by a simple padlock on a chain. Charlie figured if it was locked it had been done by the last person to leave. Getting out the bolt cutters he snapped the lock and pushed the bar back. Driving through he stopped and placed the bar back across and dummy locked it with the broken padlock. Driving back he found a spot completely covered with trees and had a restroom with showers. Getting out he grabbed the old weed cutter and began to cut some of the lower branches, taking them and throwing them on top of the van. When he was sure he had covered it enough he took the crossbow and opened the shower room door. Flipping the switch there was no power, “Damn,” he said as it echoed through the room
    Turning on the water it was cold but it was clean. Charlie walked back and locked the door then stripped and climbed in. The water was freezing but it felt good as he washed the dirt and grime off of himself. He took a quick shower and turned the water off. Gathering his clothes he unlocked the door and stepped out . The sun was setting but he still felt it’s warm th as it shone through the trees on his naked body. Charlie took only two steps before he realized he was not alone. A voice spoke low and firm, “Well hello cupcake, You wanna drop the cross bow.”……
     

Chapter 2 - Ceara:
    Ceara Gillian is a thin girl with dull red hair that lay straight, hitting about midway down her back. At twenty she had dropped out of college after just two years, to take a job at the local newspaper that was beginning their own website. Her two years in college had included graphic design, plus her church had created their own site. Ceara had helped her best friend Tamara design it so that taught her a lot about the basics. She had believed that she didn’t need college; she didn’t know how right she was. In just a few months the entire world would change. Everything and everyone they knew would be forever be altered.
    Ceara sat in the living room looking at the fifty-two inch TV she had splurged on not four months ago. Her dad had told her it was a waste of money that she didn’t have but she still spent it. She was twenty-three now and made her own money… well she did until three months ago. Now the screen was black, she had stopped even trying it a week ago. All the stations were off the air and now the power was out too. When the news was on there was mass hysteria, the reporter had gone on and on about dead people killing the living. She had notice that the last week of news it changed, they were warning everyone to either stay indoors or to go to the Army reserve station.
    Everyone Ceara knew were gone, she hoped her mom and Dad were ok, but that was a small glimmer of hope. They hadn’t answered the phone in a week. Everyone in her complex was gone. She pulled her knees to her chest looking out the patio door. Ceara was pretty sure no real living people were close but she had to believe she wasn’t the only real person left in the whole city.
    Climbing off the couch she looked through the peep-hole to see her fire dying, she took a deep breath and went to the kitchen to get the last of the kitchen chairs. She opened the door and tossed the last chair leg on the fire. She had enough wood left to keep it going a few more days but she had to decide what she was going to do once her fire died for good. She stood looking at the flames thinking back to the first few days, it’s seemed like years ago but she knew it was just a couple of weeks.
    Just one week into the virus outbreak it hit Memphis; people ran and took the disease with them. Ceara lived in a one bedroom apartment