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July 8th, 2012: 0700
It’s been seven days since it happened. We’re trapped in the middle of nowhere. Not really sure what happened at this point other than the mushroom clouds we could see over Columbus and Cleveland. Only thing that saved us was that we decided to go out to Amish country last weekend. Thank GOD for that. Meagan, Piper and I made it. Cell phones are down so we haven’t heard from anyone else. Internet is gone also.
The house we are in has a short wave and we are catching small amounts of information but not a whole lot. Appears to be a huge cloud of static out there. As far as I can tell so far is that it was a nuke attack and all major cities from the East Coast to around Chicago were hit and hit hard.
I’ve been out scavenging some and seen things I wish I had never seen. Refugees are finally coming out of the cities and it is grotesque. Melted eyeballs, burned flesh and other things I don’t ever wish to discuss.
I’ve run into a few bunches of raiders but have managed to avoid being seen so they have no clue we are near by. We can hear their trucks and ATV’s every so often but we are very well hidden. Fortunately, I had been up here so many times I knew where the house in the hillside was. I can’t believe no one was here but maybe it was just a summer home. The owner was definitely a gun lover / survivalist. I’ve been working to clean all the weapons we’ve found and make the modifications to them like sawing off shotgun barrels. To keep Meagan busy, I’ve had her inventorying all the gear the man had.
July 8th, 2012: 1200
We are going to have to make a move soon. Very soon. Things are getting way to busy out here. We need to get out from between the two major cities. The amount of refugees is increasing. Even on these country roads, the traffic has increased. I checked our truck earlier and it is running fine and I put it in 4 wheel drive just in case. I’ve tested all the fuel we found here and it is good plus there was another 4 wheel drive truck.
I’m going to drive one and Meagan the other. Thank god she has a grip on what is happening. CB’s are now installed in both trucks and I think we should be good to go for around 7-8 o’clock tonight.
The guy that owned this house was hard core. I’ve found some NVG’s (Night Vision Goggles) that will help and a couple automatic rifles, an AR-15 and a two Sig 556’s. This will work. I’ve tried to split our supplies between the two vehicles in case we lose one. That way we will have some supplies in the other. Boy Scouts, right? Be prepared.
My dad taught me to expect the worse in bad situations. I’m trying to prep for that.
Piper is behaving herself. She has some toys to play with and Meagan has done a good job of occupying her.
Miss the dogs. Hopefully it was quick for them.
July 8th, 2012: 1830 hrs
We are getting ready to leave. I took some time to camouflage this place in case we need it again. It would make a good base or outpost.
Heading west towards Indiana. I’m hoping to find a group to join up with. Things have gotten worse. Heard a report on the short wave earlier about germ warfare. Not good.
Will need to find more military gear. CBR (Chemical, Biological, Radiological) suits if we want to move through hot zones. Will also need to find some more medical gear. We have plenty of MRE’s (Meals Ready to Eat) so we should be good on that front. Been watching the road for about a half hour and things seem to have calmed down. I think we will try that route for now and make sure we blend in. If things get bad, we may need to go off road. Meagan is doing ok for now. She is tough I think she’ll be ok in the long run. Let’s hope that things stay grounded.
July 8th, 2012: 2230
Damn that was close. We had to turn around. Got a couple miles down the road and there was some sort of roadblock that turned into a major firefight before we got up to it. Got the hell out of there FAST. It looked like the roadblock had been set up by a bunch of local-yokels. I saw a bunch of hunting rifles but nothing heavy. Some cars on fire and a lot of weapons fire back and forth.
Back at the house and I went out and managed to bag a doe so we don’t have to waste the MRE’s. Probably stay here for at least 3 more days. Can’t afford to get caught up in a gunfight right now. I don’t want my wife and kid involved so we will be avoiding that for awhile. However, if we can’t get out of here soon I’m going to have to do some recon and see if I can’t force our way out of here. We aren’t trapped by any means but I want this to go as easy as possible. I’ve also had to restrict my wife to the house for now. I’ve set up a series of booby traps around the property just in case. It’s wait and see time. I’ll probably use the next few days to see what else this guy had in storage. My wife found a locked door that we couldn’t get open so I think I’ll try and get in there. See what we find that we can use.
July 8th, 2012: 2345
Finally got through the door. That was a bitch. Had to make some plastique (putty type explosive) to blow the lock. Didn’t want to shoot it off.
HIT THE MOTHER EFFIN JACKPOT!
This room looks like an armory for the Navy SEALs. We are damn lucky. Claymores, grenades, sniper rifles, fatigues, medicine, absolutely everything a person needing to survive would need. The only other thing we found was the body.
He had taken his own life. I’ve transcribed the note he left below.
To who ever finds this,
The world has ended. Jean was in Columbus when everything hit the fan. She was actually picking up some ammunition. I have no reason to continue. Why would I want to survive in a world without her?
For the person that has found my body I have left you a complete inventory of everything I have that might help you. I hope you are able to use my equipment and survive this mess.
Give ’em hell.
What a shame. I’ve taken him out back and buried him in the garden with a proper burial. It was the least I could do.
Time to get down to the inventory part. The list is about sixty pages so it’s going to be a very long night.
Note: For anyone reading this I will be keeping a series of diaries to document what happens. Things we see and find out, so there is some sort of recorded history of what happens. I hope to have detailed account of what is happening and what has happened for future generations so that they will understand our times and what has gotten to this point of destruction.
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