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- From a tattered notebook, you read:
Giant monsters emerged from the dept of the ocean and attacked us, we barely made it out with our lives.
Day Zero: I tried to link up with my family at Fort Hood but the route was blocked. I rode it out in the cellar.
Day One: I rounded up my survival gear , then headed out to my aunt's place in West Virginia. Hopefully things will be calmer there.
Day Two: The Hummer just sputtered its last sputter and I am now on foot.
Day Three: I've found a pistol and some ammo, so maybe this won't be so bad after all.
Day Four: I'm starting to feel caffeine withdrawal, i'd kill for a coffee but I'm pretty optimistic about re-establishing contact with emergency responders. - From a tattered notebook, you read:
Giant monsters emerged from the dept of the ocean and attacked us, they killed most of the population in hours.
Day Zero: We made initial contact with local authorities, who put us in a cantonment area.
Day One: I packed up photos of my family, to give me strenght and got a move on. I decided to strike out east.
Day Two: Well, the semi ran out of fuel a lot faster than it needed to, and as predicted, there's no power, so none of the gas pumps work..
Day Three: I've found an old bicycle, so maybe this won't be so bad after all.
Day Four: My batteries are running low but I think I can make it to my brother's place by tomorrow. - From a tattered notebook, you read:
There were meteor impacts everywhere, we barely made it out with our lives.
Day Zero: We initially tried to ride it out in the basement.
Day One: I rounded up cash, but i don't know if it will be useful, then headed out west. Hopefully things will be calmer there.
Day Two: The pickup got me as far as Camp Cooke, which unfortunately looks like it's on full lockdown.
Day Three: I've managed to get to a freshwater stream and things are looking up compared to the last few days.
Day Four: My batteries are running low but I'm pretty optimistic about re-establishing contact with the military. - From a bloodstained journal, you read:
Giant monsters emerged from the dept of the ocean and attacked us, we thought it was the apocalypse.
Day Zero: We made initial contact with the police, who put us in a cantonment area.
Day One: I packed up my survival gear and got a move on. I decided to strike out to my aunt's place in North Dakota.
Day Two: The semi got me as far as Alaska, which is looking like even more of a wasteland than the one I just left.
Day Three: I've managed to get to an old ranger station and things are looking up compared to the last few days.
Day Four: My flashlight is dead but I think I can make it to my brother's place by tomorrow morning. - From a bloodstained journal, you read:
Giant monsters emerged from the dept of the ocean and attacked us, they killed most of the population in hours.
Day Zero: We made initial contact with the police, who put us on an evacuation route.
Day One: I packed up my kids' camping equipment and got a move on. I decided to strike out to the coast.
Day Two: The Hummer got me as far as Fort Devens, which unfortunately looks like it's on full lockdown.
Day Three: I've found an old bicycle, so maybe this won't be so bad after all.
Day Four: My food stores are getting low but I'm pretty optimistic about making it to safety, one way or another.