Survival
By:
Kristian Gore
It
started four weeks ago. Meg had no idea what had happened just that
whatever had happened was bad. It started with the electronics going
dark. She suspected it was some sort of nuclear attack in the upper
atmosphere which would explain everything electronic being fried but
it didn’t explain the aftermath. The panic was expected and she was
prepared for it but something else had been going on outside that was
harder to pin down.
She
caught glimpses of the creatures making noises outside and from what
she saw they could have been human. She hoped her boyfriend had found
safe haven and would meet up with her when he could. The plan had
been for them to hold up in their small apartment with the provisions
they had set aside in case of some sort of disaster. The plan had
been to wait for the panic to subside and make it out to their “bug
out” car. She stuck to the plan for the most part and with the
phones down she hoped she would meet him at the car.
Most
cars didn’t work because of the electronics in them but she wasn’t
too concerned about the car they set aside. Even if the battery was
fried they could push start it if need be. She kept telling herself
he would be at the car and not to worry too much. She packed
everything she thought she would need and looked at the gray, cat
oblivious to everything as it napped on the back of the couch.
