He knew that he had books on agriculture, just that he was not sure. He walked back into the house and looked around the sitting room first. He overturned the couch, the cushions, opened drawers and cabinets. There was nothing of importance there. The, when he was about to give up, a roll of paper fell from the top of a drawer.
He looked at it first. He picked it up and opened it like a scroll and looked at it. He saw diagrams and dimensions. He recognized it as a blue print. But for what? He paced about the room thinking. An idea came to his mind. He walked down the hallway as if to head for the kitchen but instead turned at the stairs. He went up until he came to a big open space. Two jungle wood doors faced each other, in an opposite manner.
One to his right, another to his left. He turned right towards his bedroom. He reached for the door knob, tilted it and pushed the door open. He walked in and memories began playing in his mind. He held back his tears. The room had one bed, made of bamboo. The mattress laid on it was worn out, but not wholly. The blankets still looked new but they were a bit old. Beside the bed, was a wardrobe and a dressing cabinet beside it.
He opened the two but fund nothing. He turned to search the other bedroom. What he found was a key. A key for the steel basement door. His hands trembled and he dropped the key. He dashed out of the room and went to the basement door. He peered down into the dark room through the opening at the door. He banged the door.
He saw them, two people. They had no hair on their head. Their clothes tattered and their stench was that of a decaying body. "I'll save you. No matter what it takes," he told himself. He hadn't noticed he'd said it loudly. Tears began flowing down his cheeks.
He couldn't bear to think about what happened. He hadn't come to terms with it. "Necroa virus!" he thought. That's what it was called on the last broadcast before the T.V and radio went offline. He didn't really know much about this Necroa virus except that it turned humans into living dead cannibals.
He faced the door. He was almost ready to go out. He needed to head for the library to get some books. He picked up his bag and packed some water. He headed to the shack and picked a torch he had recently made. He knew it would last him about three hours during the night time. An idea hit him and he slapped his forehead.
"I'm stupid," he said to himself. "How come the grass grew when there was no water?" He thought about this question carefully. He realized that the ground had water. He decided to try plant some crops. The only one problem: he didn't have seeds. This was what gave a reason to go out. He didn't know what exactly was out there, so he decided to bring a machete, bow and some arrows with him.
But before he could leave, he still had to improve his rat trap and increase the number of improved ones. He also wanted to catch but not kill them. This way he could rear food for himself. The only other problem was, he didn't know how long they lived. But, he nonetheless began working on it.
Upon completion, he placed the traps at different areas within the compound and house. Completing that task was easy. He continued planning. He didn't know how much the Necroa virus had affected people or if the town itself was a wreck. With his food problem solved temporarily, he was ready to go out.