What follows is just one part of an ongoing survival fiction series written by John Rourke and has been published on Amazon. It is being made available here for free. A new entry is published every day. The story is written in a daily journal format.
August 7th Some neighbors ask for help…..
We had a visitor at the front entrance today that asked for me by name. His name – Karl Faile. We were friendly at the YMCA when I was a member and we played some racquetball together. That was a couple of years ago and he gave me a ride home once when my car wouldn’t start.
One of the patrols radioed me on my FRS/GMRS radio. I rode my bike up to the entrance way and barely recognized Karl. He was much thinner than I remember. The patrols checked him for weapons and we walked up to the house. Over some lemonade-flavored water he brought me up to date on his situation.
Karl, his wife Samantha, and two boys Christopher and Jonathan live about 2 miles away. He said they have not had any problems and very few visitors. He said the street they live on has 18 homes and is right off a long stretch of road with no houses or businesses. He said most of the families have lived there for quite a while and knew each other. All are church-goers and have been helping each other out any way they can. Luckily – they also have several wells – so water has not been an issue. Food is the main problem. They are all rationing severely and although many of the folks there had gardens – crops had gone by. Karl looked at me and asked if there was anything we could do to help.
I told him that I did not speak for the entire neighborhood – and would have to talk with others before answering. I was honest with him and emphasized that we may be doing better than them but was not sure how much we could do to help.
I decided to drive Karl home. We got in the Jeep and headed out. He was right about his street. I had never driven down it before but had seen it. The drive down the long road he described was approximately 1 mile, then his street – Walnut Street – was just on the left. I could see if people had started walking down the long road they likely would turn around seeing no houses or anything.
Walnut Street had 18 homes – 8 on each side and then 2 on the end. These were country homes – most single story. Yards were overgrown with grass but beyond that you would never know The Event ever took place. Along the way I filled Karl in on some of the news coming in on the scanner. He asked me a million questions and was so excited for news. They had not heard anything in several weeks and their FM radios broadcasted nothing but static.
I told him it may be a couple of days but I would get back with him.
I drove away thinking about Karl, Samantha, and their two boys Christopher and Jonathan. I want to do something to help – but we cannot risk ourselves in the process.
I gave Karl a few MRE’s as he got out of the Jeep. He actually got choked up.
This is going to be tough.
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