its just me and my group, there are only 10 of us left. once the war broke out we took shelter as best as we could, we are planning on moving on but where to? no one talks in the group really and if we do its short and small talk. we have all been through tough things, im sitting in my car with jack and rob, we don't say a word simply because no one knows what to say. i step out and look at my burnt down house, as i walk through what is left I take what i can, i grab my dad's journal, I walk away with a bag full of stuff jack takes my bag and puts it in my car. "jack, you and rob take my car im going to take my dad's truck." he nods, then hops in and drives off i watch as my car screech's as it rounds the corner. I grab the keys to my dad's 1987 pickup truck, hop in then drive off.
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It's short but its the best I got for the time being.
