No Plan Survives Contact with the Enemy
Nietzsche said that. No, some samurai or something. Doesn’t matter. The point is you found the note. They don’t notice things like balloons or signs or keys jangling on a string, so I figured I could make it obvious. It’s six days from whenever this started. My phone died and I don’t keep track. Anyway:
-123 canned vegetables and beans, unsorted
-15 gallons bottled water
-First Aid Kit
-1 bag flour
-1 box penne noodles
*Other dry stuff. About 10 pounds of carbs.
-Clothes; adult XL male, girls size 8
-Tools and spare house/shed stuff
-One revolver
-5 bullets
-Whatever’s on me
The key is for 19991 Northdale Ct. East. The green split level between the brown ranch style and the other green split level. There’s a big orange X on the door. Everything in there is boxed up. Should keep. Safe from the elements.
You’re going to find what’s left of me. Kitchen. One of them bit me. I know what happens. I figured I may as well give a leg up to whoever comes next.
I hope you have a good life. Whatever they are, they aren’t better than us. Alice. Gretchen. If you found this, I love you. Survive. Sorry about the mess. If I missed and I’m up walking around, sorry about that too.
Todd Pothast