Chapter 1
It was almost four in the afternoon, the Georgia sun hot on my neck and shoulders as I walked the perimeter at my "fortress". Honestly, it was just a little shack in the middle of nowhere but it would work for tonight. There wasn't a single sound out in these trees, an eerie silence that I'm no longer used to in these fucked up days. Holding my Bowie knife tight, I continued on. Georgia is gorgeous, even after the end of the world as we once knew it.
It was a breath of fresh air compared to the hell Oklahoma became. Too many guns backed with big egos for that place to survive long. I'm not entirely sure how I made to the Peach state but it was good enough for me. I had to keep wiping the sweat beading up on my fore head with the back of my hand. I haven't been stuck in such intense heat for years. During my pause for water, I heard twigs snap out to the left of me. I pulled my bottle away from my lips and listened carefully.
There were footsteps, quiet but definitely there. My defenses rose, trying to keep my head clear while I took the shotgun
off my back, checking to see if it was loaded. Thankfully, it was. I heard more twigs snap even closer to me causing me to turn back with my gun pointing up, ready to blow somebody away. It was then, I realized I was looking at the wrong end of a crossbow. "Fuck..."
