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Less than two-hundred miles from an Air Force Base, the small town of Ellensburg is the picture of normal small town society getting ready for summer.
The small town may have remained that way forever, if not for the attack.
From the fallout of the mushroom cloud two-hundred miles away, unnatural snow begins to fall on the town. Soon, one once normal, happy family is struggling to stay alive trapped in their own home. View table of contents...


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Submitted:Oct 7, 2012    Reads: 7    Comments: 2    Likes: 1   

Log: #21, 2008, 22 wake-ups after apocalypse.

Today WAS quite the day!! Should have been sinse we spent much of yesterday sleeping and recovering. It worked though!! I am beside myself trying to write in this dying firelight but I have time before the embers go out. Filtering the river water that killed john didnt work entirely he still died. Running the river water through coffee filters then boiling it works! i admit i thought I was going to die. it tasted dirty, like it had sand in it despite filtering it and everything. I dont know if some chemical is steamed out of the water when we boiled it or if just having it so damned hot it scolds your tongue breaks up something so that it does not kill you. no one cares and we are drinking boiling hot water!! -we dont want to risk letting it cool down but we'll never run out of water now! dont have to rely on our diminishing water bottles. Im laughing even as i write this. i dont think ill wake anyone anyway. One step closer to making it out of this alive. Still no electricity, and the air hurts our lungs but the fires help keep us warm and the smoke is filtering through the cracked windows enough. We've designated one apartment to be the fire room. I should write this down. One room full of blankets and anything padded, couch cushions and mattresses for us to sleep in. Early on when the temperatures dropped so quickly we decided we needed fire to keep warm, and light, batteries are fried from the explosion. EMP Kevin called it. Maybe theyll turn back on, recover, maybe not. We sleep in the fire room. One two bedroom is full of containers, it's the shit room at the opposite end of the building, windows wide open there. Another apartment has several tables and chairs where we stacked all the food we found in the apartments and from the surrounding area as weve been scavenging. Thats where we eat and spend most of our time sitting and talking, sharing stories, hopes, hope. Hope is important to all of us. when we arent working anyway. Anyway thats how we are set up for now for the most part and now we have in the dining apartment buckets full of riverwater. All you have to do is boil it over the fire in the bedroom apartment. beside the miracle of drinking water its also helping keep us warm.

Timothy Blade


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