Before I went to search for more information, I paused for a moment and gazed out the window, the early morning light casting long shadows across the quiet streets below. The city, once vibrant and full of life, was now a ghost town. A strange stillness hung in the air, almost oppressive. I opened a can of cold drink, the faint hiss of the tab breaking the silence. As I drank,I thought so, considering the magnitude of the situation. Based on the chaotic condition of the city during an evacuation that should work. Which makes me confused because it seems there is no government management of existing events. There had been no organized departure, no instructions or leadership. It was as if they had simply abandoned everything, leaving us to deal with the aftermath.
The abandoned stores and streets, littered with discarded belongings and chaotic remnants of lives upended, were a testament to the panic and fear that had swept through the masses. People must have scrambled to gather as much as they could, taking whatever they thought would sustain them. The emptiness of the city now felt suffocating. Food was already scarce. The shelves were half-empty, and what remained had clearly been ravaged. It was clear that the city was spiraling into a slow decay, with the supply of essential goods dwindling rapidly.
I couldn't afford to linger in this state of passive contemplation. I had to act. The world as I knew it had crumbled, and I was left to pick up the pieces.
I slung my backpack over my shoulder, packing only the essentials—water, a few rations, a hunting knife, a flashlight, and my handgun. Anything more would weigh me down, and now was not the time for excess. I stepped outside, the weight of solitude pressing down on me like a physical force. The streets, once filled with noise and life, now felt like a tomb. Even the wind was strangely absent, leaving the city in an eerie, unnatural stillness. My boots crunched against the debris as I walked, the only sound my footsteps echoing in the silence.
The city had been abandoned in haste. Signs of human life were scattered everywhere, but no one was left to tend to it. The shops were left half-open, food and supplies abandoned, creating a paradox of plenty and scarcity. On one hand, there was so much to take, but on the other, it was clear that resources were running out. The sense of urgency grew stronger as I walked, the realization setting in that I was on my own now. There was no one to depend on. No one to help.
I searched several small shops along the way, my eyes scanning for anything that could be salvaged. Most of the food was either spoiled or had been taken, but after hours of searching, I found a small convenience store with a stockpile of canned goods and long-lasting supplies. The shelves were not entirely bare, but I knew it wouldn't last for long. The scarcity of such items only reinforced the reality that I needed to plan carefully. I wasn't just scavenging for food—I was preparing for the long haul. What little remained would be all that I had.
As I finished gathering my supplies, I heard a rustling sound from behind a nearby bush. Instinctively, I froze, my eyes narrowing as I scanned the area. My training kicked in, and I observed the movement closely. There, grazing in the underbrush, was a deer. A source of food. The idea of hunting it wasn't just a necessity—it was an opportunity.
I reached into my backpack for my rifle, taking a moment to steady my breathing. I was calm, composed—always thinking, always analyzing. In one smooth motion, I raised the rifle and aimed at the deer's head. The shot rang out, and the animal collapsed instantly. I felt no rush of excitement, no adrenaline. It was merely another task completed, another step toward survival.
But before I could approach the deer, I heard the sound of heavy footsteps—footsteps that were too close. My senses sharpened immediately. Without thinking, I pulled a baseball bat from my backpack and swung it backward, striking what I quickly identified as a wild boar that had been lurking behind me. The force of the blow broke its tusks, but the creature remained undeterred. It charged at me with a snarl, its massive body barreling toward me. I barely had time to react.
It slammed into me, sending me crashing into a nearby tree. My vision blurred for a split second, but I regained my bearings quickly. I wasn't going to let this thing take me down. As it lunged again, I kicked out, using my foot to push the boar away, and with the other hand, I drew my handgun from its holster. The sound of multiple shots echoed in the air, each one finding its mark.
The boar collapsed, lifeless. I approached it cautiously, confirming that it was dead. my body felt numb. but I can't stay long, it's already afternoon. this really annoys me
I get up and looked down at the deer, still lying motionless. Than I look at the boar. I can't bring both of them for supplies at the moment. I left out the wild boar and only took some of the venison. I wrapped the meat in plastic wrap and put it in a thermos filled with ice
As night fell, I needed to find shelter. I spotted a tall tree nearby, its branches strong and sturdy. I climbed it, careful not to make any noise. on a sturdy and thick branch I opened the bag and took out some snacks while eating while lying down and staring at the dark night lit by stars with no moon in sight. Even though I wanted to enjoy the night, I fell asleep because I was too sleepy
In the afternoon I woke up because of the sunlight. My body feels sore because it's still not healed and not used to it
I wandered the streets for a while, looking for a vehicle I could use. There was no reason to continue on foot when there were abandoned cars that could serve me better. After some time, I found a vehicle parked on the side of the road. It was old, but it was still in working condition. The doors creaked open, and the engine started with a groan, but it was drivable.
I loaded my supplies into the trunk and drove back to the apartment. On the way, I kept thinking about how I almost died because I didn't know the situation around me. This stressed me out because I didn't know how to think of a plan under the circumstances.
Once back in my apartment, I unloaded the supplies and took a moment to rest. While lying in bed, I was still thinking about what the situation was. Then I realized that the only places that humans fought over and took were the places that provided equipment, food, and drink on a large scale. while other places were not noticed and most of them were still intact. I thought about going to the library to understand all the information there to start understanding the surrounding situation and make the necessary calculations.