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- 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 successfully linked up at Camp Bullis.
Day One: I packed up what I had and my survival gear and got a move on. I decided to strike out to my brother's place in New Jersey.
Day Two: The truck got me as far as Florida, which is looking like even more of a wasteland than the one I just left.
Day Three: I've found a nearly full 5-gallon gas can, 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 sunset. - From a bloodstained journal, you read:
We never expected that the Russians would actually attack us, but they did worse... they invaded us outright.
Day Zero: I got to Camp Dodge like we had planned, and I waited for hours, but nobody else ever showed up.
Day One: I rounded up as much fuel as I could find, then headed out to my sister's place in Indiana. Hopefully things will be calmer there.
Day Two: The semi got me as far as Fort Polk, which unfortunately looks like it's on full lockdown.
Day Three: I've found a stash of assorted ammunition, which is better than nothing.
Day Four: My food stores are getting low but I think I can make it to Rhode Island by sunset. - From a tattered notebook, you read:
There were meteor impacts everywhere, they killed most of the population in hours.
Day Zero: We successfully linked up at Camp Atterbury.
Day One: I rounded up a knife, the biggest i could find, then headed out to my folks's place in Florida. Hopefully things will be calmer there.
Day Two: Well, the truck ran out of fuel a lot faster than it needed to, and as predicted, all the pumps are out of gas..
Day Three: I've managed to get to an empty residence and things are looking up compared to the last few days.
Day Four: My food stores are getting low but I think I can hike it to Fort Sill by tomorrow. - From a bloodstained journal, you read:
Aliens attacked the city, we'll never know their true origin.
Day Zero: We successfully linked up at the house.
Day One: I packed up cash, but i don't know if it will be useful and got a move on. I decided to strike out to my folks's place in Washington.
Day Two: The Hummer just sputtered its last sputter and I am now on foot.
Day Three: I've managed to get to an old hunting stand 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 Iowa by tomorrow. - From a tattered notebook, you read:
It was some kind of terrible airborne plague. Bio-engineered bacteria, it was worse than anyone could have predicted.
Day Zero: I got to the school like we had planned, and I waited for hours, but nobody else ever showed up.
Day One: I rounded up my kids' camping equipment, then headed out to my sister's place in Alabama. Hopefully things will be calmer there.
Day Two: The semi got me as far as Louisiana, which is looking like even more of a wasteland than the one I just left.
Day Three: I've found a new bicycle, so maybe this won't be so bad after all.
Day Four: I'm growing pretty tired from the lack of sleep but I think I can make it to my uncle's place by evening.