Post by Ryan on Aug 27, 2009 14:19:02 GMT -8
Johnny walked through the ghost like city. There were only a few people here and there. Johnny was walking over to his friend who owned several warehouses next to each other. He walked through the gate and into a warehouse and found his friend lying there motion less. Tied up and shot execution style. Johnny eyes started to tear up, he held his friend all night, when the sun rose he dug a hole and buried him.
Just a month before, he was out at sea flying a Sea Hawk. The white house called them back to port because of a predicted Fuel shortage, turned out they were right. Some stranger walked up to the warehouse and knocked on the door wondering if anyone was there. Johnny opened the door, the skinny man was looking for a place to stay and something to eat. Johnny let him in, more and more people started to show up after the stranger left. Soon people were flooding in to stay here.
Just a month before, he was out at sea flying a Sea Hawk. The white house called them back to port because of a predicted Fuel shortage, turned out they were right. Some stranger walked up to the warehouse and knocked on the door wondering if anyone was there. Johnny opened the door, the skinny man was looking for a place to stay and something to eat. Johnny let him in, more and more people started to show up after the stranger left. Soon people were flooding in to stay here.
It is 2015, fuel wells are empty, and gas prices are at 45 dollars a gallon. There are no cars on the street; only riots, little police or military effort is used to try to stop them. It is a free for all. Any person walking alone or in a small group is a target of murder or robbery. Everyone is carrying some type of weapon, the streets that were once with children riding there bikes; is now a street of constant gun shots. It is not uncommon to see someone that have starved or has been shot.