Over the next week I prepared for our move to the mountain. During that week things in the world also got weirder.
But let's start with the preparations. That's much more interesting in my opinion.
The first thing I did was Search the Internet for information I might need. I figured that the electricity and Internet wouldn't hold out forever so before the whole of humanities knowledge was no longer accessible I figured I would take what I could from it.
I had actually started that process right after I had gotten back from the grocery store. Once I was finished I had 8 binders stuffed full with information.
I looked up everything that I could think of that would or could be useful for survival or that I wanted to preserve.
Things like: how to start a fire, how to gut a fish, how to weld, how to grow your own food, how to hide from predators, how to compost your own poop, how to keep rabid animals away, and so on.
I also printed out a few copies of books I love that were online! So you know only the most important things were in the binders.
I also went urban exploring and I have to tell you urban exploration in the apocalypse is amazing! Literally everything around you is now available to explore and there's no police to stop you. You also get to learn more about your neighbors. Though I don't think I needed to that Mrs. Groves husband didn't leave and was actually cut up and stored in a freezer in her basement.
Not that it really matters anymore and at least while I was there I found a set of butcher knives! They'll probably come in handy.
I found a lot of other useful things while I was searching peoples' homes. I found a few blowup mattresses, a bunch of camping gear and other such supplies, lots blankets, and pillows, heck I even got myself a whole new wardrobe! It was like going on a no holds barred shopping spree!
I got a lot of other things too. Too many to list without putting myself asleep trying to.
While I was scavenging I always made sure to bring one of the dogs with me. They acted as crazed animal detectors. They would let me know when we were in danger which happened a lot.
At one house In particular we ran into some real big trouble!
I was at a house a few blocks away from mine with Lulu in a baby sling on my back. I was taking bigger things that I wanted out of houses in the area and putting them in the driveways of said houses to make it easier to pick them up later.
While I was dragging collapsible camper towards the driveway Lulu started growling. I had come to know at this point that that ment one thing.
RUN!
I bolted out of there like a cat with it's ass on fire. Right away a pack of about five crazed dogs were on our tails. I quickly moved Lulu sling to the front of me that way if they did manage to catch up with us, I would be able to shield her with my body.
I Has made the dumb decision to park at the end of this neighborhood since I wasn't loading up my car with goods this time around. So I had a good mile run back to safety. I had stupidly thought that since I had been to this neighborhood before and didn't have any incident that it would be safe. Turns out I was very wrong.
I was somehow running faster than the crazy dogs. For the life of me, I didn't know how. However, I wasn't able to keep it up forever and right when I had my car in my sites they had caught up to us.
I was still running like mad when one of them slashed my back with his claws. "Aaaahhhh!!!!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, but I still kept running.
The dogs were biting at my ankles and trying with all they had to tear me apart. And then I felt a blinding pain in my hand. I didn't have time to check what it was. I had finally made it to the car and jumped on the roof. Not because I didn't think that they could get me there but because I had a shovel zip tied to the top of my car.
I took the shovel in my hands and swung it at a dog that was lunging towards me and he dropped dead. after that the others all backed off.
"What the fuck?! Since when was I so strong?"
I know that seems like a dumb question but in the moment with my adrenaline running, it was all I could think after it was over.
I slowly got down off my car's roof climbed inside and put Lulu in to the passenger seat.
That's when the pain really started to hit me, and I looked down at my hand. That damn dog had taken off my pinky and my ring finger on my left hand.
"Fuck, fuck, FUCK!!!! This can not be happening right now!"
I paused, and I took a deep breath. " OK, OK first things first I have to stop the bleeding."
I reached around to the back seats and grabbed the first aid kit that I had bad there. I think got the band that is out and wrap them around my hand and back tight. I knew this wasn't a long-term fix, but it would tied me over until I got back home.
When I was home, I got a better look at the wombs and they look bad. My entire back was shredded. The whole process of patching myself up hurt like hell and I wasn't even 100% sure I was doing it right.
At least I managed to get it done and come the next morning, I still wasn't dead. So I would call it a successful trip! any trip you come back from? Alive is successful in my book.
I put everything thing I found from urban exploring in my next door neighbor's house. it wasn't very easy with my new hand injury, but I got it done nonetheless and I mean it's not like they were using it anymore. I needed some place to store all the stuff I was collecting before I got my new wheels.
After I watched a few videos online about driving both a big rig and a motorcycle I headed out on my neighbor's obnoxious kid's motorcycle and headed out.
I had decided to take a motorcycle for this part because it would be easier to stash in the big rig I was going to pilfer than a car would be.
I mean I thought about just using my neighbors car and abandoning it after I got the big rig, but I knew I wanted to take that motorcycle anyways and I figured that this would be good practice. It would also make driving on the roads easier.
The roads were littered with cars and dried up corpses and driving the motorcycle would make navigating the roads easier.
I new once I got the big rig it would be much more challenging, but I planned on doubling back once I found the one that I wanted. That way I could chart a path on the roads that would be easiest to get back home.