Evac Day +102

Story by plywerd on SoFurry

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#2 of Collab (to be renamed later)

Here's the second of our ardent 'shep's journal entries.


Evac Day +102

The SUV has had it. I came down too hard off of a freeway exit and collided with a car that I didn't see until it was too late. I was unconscious for two hours before I came too. I got out and took a look at the vehicle. It was parked in the middle of the off ramp. Just sitting there. Abandoned. All the tires were in order and it even started. The keys were in the ignition. Sadly, the collision had knocked the frot bumper into the wheel well, so it wasn't going anywhere.

A first I thought it was a trap and looked around. But there was nobody to be seen. Not a single soul. But the SUV refused to start and the front end is all smashed up beyond repair. I spent the rest of the day looking for another vehicle in the area. The only thing I could get to start was a minivan sitting in an alley between two apartment buildings three blocks away.

When I got back all of the gear that was in the SUV was gone. Somebody had taken it. The water purifier, the chainsaw, the generator, everything. It was practically stripped to the bone. Luckily my flare gun was still taped under the seat where I had left it, so I suppose not everything was taken. Just a lot of it. I guess I'll have to start over again.

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