The Survival of the Wasteland
Its a rough draft. Whipped it up for fun because I was in the mood to write (Yeah, thanks Nick). Anyways here ya go.
The Survival of the Wastes
Day 1Its really been a long day, but I really need to write about this because I feel this might be important for our human history. I must introduce myself first, of course. My name is Wyrant (45 years old) and it is the year 2045 in what used to be called Albany? I can’t remember that much, it has been a long time since I have been with my father. Anyways, I shouldn’t start about the today because the story of my life in the wastes would be incomplete. I’m going to start when I’m 25 because that’s when a lot started. I have some leftover footage to help me remember of this day.
Sep 11, 2020: My Dad was with me at the time because we all wanted to stay with the family, so we could survive. My Dad always talked about how life was and taught me a couple things, but never taught me everything he wanted to teach me because he…. Well, we will get to that. As I said, something excited happened that day. It was dark and snowy, we were moving south for warmth. I remember desperately wanting the warmth of body heat to stay in between my blanket rapped around me. We had everything packed besides water. We had a couple bags of aged jerkey. I knew it wouldn’t last long. It was getting way to dark for any longer travel, so we set up camp off the road. We needed to set up fast. We put down our tarp. Made a fire a couple feet away from the tarp. Of course the fire didn’t last long because of the snow. While my Dad went to sleep I was listening to the radio.. Silently. All I heard was static, more static and so on. I looked at my Dad if was looked okay.
I finally got some sleep and woke up to the smell of sulphor.
Day 2Really sulphor? I must have been fooling myself. I heard gunfire in the distance, wait is that gun powder? I really am sleepy. It got louder and I got a little scared. I looked at my Dad, then woke him up and told him to pack up quickly. We still had our Revolver. Still no use towards how many bullets they fired. We basically only had two bullets. We set somewhere off the road to hide from whatever was going on. It finally got loud enough that I could know where it was coming from. I looked at where it was coming from and it was a man with a mask. Shooting at what looks like a black foggy figure on the deciduos, forest landscape. We froze because we were frightened as hell. Luckily he past by us and so as the figure. Thank God.
Seemed like a normal day, besides its brutally cold weather and its foggy landscape. I wouldn’t call it foggy, but more of a dust-fog. I didn’t know what to call it, so I just continued. We got up to a house. Looked pretty spooky from the outside. Since we were desperately thirsty for real water, not snowy brown sludge, we went inside. We got to the door. Funny, we stared at the knob for about five minutes. We knew we had to go in, but somehow he were way too scared. We went in anyways covering our backs. The stairs was at the side, the hallway was long and very hollow. The right door was the kitchen and the living room was the far right. The basement was mid stairs. Of course, that was the last thing we were about to go to. We checked the kitchen to look for any water. We found a packet of orange juice powder for putting it in water. It would be a treat, but still no water. The pipes look like they were ripped out by a bunch of maniacs and so were the faucets too. We went to the living room and found a couple wires and duct tape. Nothing else. We looked in the bathroom to find, again ripped pipes and faucets. We still didn’t look in the basement yet. Ugh, thinking about it gave me the chills and still does today. We looked upstairs to find a shattered window with a couple bullet shells. Its been looted completely, no doubt about it. We found a couple rags at least under the bed in the bedroom. It has finally come to this, the basement. We both looked at each other. We looked at the knob. Stained with dried blood and rusted to the core. My Dad grabbed it. Turned it and opened with a bunch of creaking. Remember when I told you I always get chills from thinking about it, this is why: we soon found 23 or 30 people, naked, ribs showing like a jail cells bars. Found a couple dead people. They all were saying weakly “help us, please, help, help us”. My Dad was frightened saying “oh God, oh stuff, holy.. stuff” Immediately closed the door and heard the scratching behind the door. At the same exact moment we heard a motor roaring in the distance, outside the house.
stuff, we were scared as hell. Obviously, the people in the basement wouldn’t be a problem because they were too weak to open a door. I have never heard anything like this before either, but by instinct I supposedly knew it was an engine. We didn’t know where to hide, we desperately looked everywhere. We escaped through the backyard all the way to the dock at the back. There was a shack and a rusty boat at the side of it. We knew they would be looking everywhere, even back there, so we ran to the right in the forest as fast and quite as we could have ran. We were successful, but we didn’t even know what that motor was or where it was even going. Were safe, at least. Were in the middle of the forest. We don’t know where the road was or where any road was. It was getting creepy I have to say that. We looked around for any water. We surprisingly found a fresh water stream. We set up camp again and built a fire for boiling the water, so we won’t get parasites. We drank the water very slowly, so we won’t drown our self’s of drinking too much. My Dad told me it would be dangerous to drink it too quick, so I followed what he said. It finally got dark and started to drizzle. We set up our tarp and went to sleep. I always loved the sound of the pitter patter of rain drops. I always did, it soothed
Day 3 It stopped raining, thank God. It didn’t get through our tarp either. My Dad was ok, as usual. We went for a drink of water down at the stream. Yes, we boiled it, so we didn’t get parasites. We thought about how we couldn’t stay there long because we might run out of our food. I couldn’t really remember what we talked about down at the stream because I didn’t take any footage. What I did take footage of was that we were packing up for our adventure. We didn’t know where the hell we were going, all we knew was we were heading south. My Dad told me about hw he used to hunt for deer upstate. Of course, they are instinct now. I always wondered what Deer looked like. My father remembered, but he couldn’t express how they looked. All he knew, was a picture of them in his head. Frozen, stuck in there forever. It was getting windy. Dust blowing, soil shifting. Very warm day I have to say for winter. Day almost looked like sunset, my Dad said. I never saw the sun much. I so its rays, but never looked at it through the pollution and dust in the clouds. We got pretty far. It was getting too dark to travel, again. I’m so anxious to get back on the road. It was taking forever. We were so hungry. Of course we had water covered with our canteens, but we were so hungry. We ate all the jerky. We again, set up camp, in the usual formation and my Dad fell asleep. I didn’t. I felt like, somebody was watching me. No, something was watching me. I was scared as hell, like usual. I tried to get some sleep, but then I smelt something. Pollution, irregular pollution, not the usual smell. It smelt like burnt, rotten eggs. I tried to ignore it. I finally got some sleep.
