Yet To Be Discovered
And so it was that I would be the one to go
No drawing of straws
No names in a hat
No vote
Nothing so trivial
Someone had to do it
And I was the logical choice
It was unspoken
But well known
It's not like I was the only one capable
Sure, I knew the lay of things around the town
Had lived here most my life even
And, yes, as far as fitness went and my ability to defend myself,
I was well off enough in those regard
But there were others that equaled or surpassed me in each of these categories
Brenda, Mick, Stacey, hell even Oliver could have done it
But they all had children to look after
Or offspring rather
I'm not so sure that there was such a thing as a child left in this world
Destruction of everything around you makes for rapid ascendency into adulthood
But, the fact was that we were down to just over a weeks food
Three weeks on starvation rations
Maybe four
But come that fifth week, we would all start to die an agonizing death
I didn't plan to let that happen
Two months ago today we had sent out Bentley
Suited him up in whatever gear we could muster
With his protective mask we sent him into the godforsaken streets that he (we all) once called home
We all knew the danger
What limited radio contact we'd been able to make had made it clear
Outdoors, hell even above ground, was no place to be
We all were fortunate enough to have made it to what had previously been a private school
The concrete walls of the maze like basement were anything but cozy
And it seemed one was always ducking a water line or furnace duct
But it was our new reality
And we made do with what we had
Likely we were better off than most
The school had a kitchen
A nice one
And its stores held us over quite a while in the beginning
The library was a useful resource in countless different ways
Inexplicably the bombing had not managed to wipe out the grid
Or at least not entirely
From time to time we would hear the buzz of electricity flowing through the wires
And at such times we made the most of it
I, a carpenter by trade, spent my time in the wood shop
Making various items and utensils that seemed useful at this time or that
I'd even made a little cart, a wagon of sorts, for the kids to play in
Poor bastards, they never had a chance
Never knew anything of the world before it turned into a rotten death trap
It was for them, as much as myself that I now donned that same protective gear as Bentley had before me
Hopefully my fate would be better than his
It had to be
We had heard the stories over the radio
Rumors really is all they were as far as we knew
Of the wild and mutilated dogs that now ran rampant through the streets
Feasting on whichever unlucky prisoner of the underground who decided to peep his head out into the old world
Maybe for food and medicine, maybe out of curiosity
Maybe because they were tired of waiting to die
Most recently there were even accounts of wild men running in packs
Distorted and animalized
Cannibals, doing any brutal or bestial thing conceivable to survive
This on top of the toxic fumes still permeating the air
Poisoning plants
Infecting minds
Imprisoning what ever survived of the cruel joke that was humanity
He returned half mauled
Bentley, strongest and smartest among us
But even with his injuries he managed to carry on his back a months store of various foods
And quite a quantity of antibiotics, insulin (for Trina), and other bandages, disinfectants, and amenities
He lasted only eight hours upon his arrival
He begged us not to waste the bandages on him
Said he was a goner regardless
We should have listened
The man was a f!@*ing doctor after all
But once he'd lost consciousness we tried our best to mend him
All for naught
Yes the dogs had gotten to him
He spared us the hideous details
Telling us only that they were ferocious, persistent, and atrocious to look at
As if transformed into monsters by this equally ugly world
It was time
There could be no more delay
Daylight didn't seem to last quite as long anymore
And most of the time there was a grayish haze masking the sun anyhow
Before I made my way to the stairs I made it a point to look each man, each woman, each boy and girl in the eye
If ever came a moment I thought I couldn't make it back, I would use those eyes
Seared into my memory as a last motivation not to fail in my mission
As Bentley had
I would return
Even if it meant the death of me
There were no good byes
No good lucks
They helped me get my gear on
And I strode to the stairs without a second thought
As my foot hit the seventh stair I heard a voice from below
I turned and there was Trina
"We'll see you in a little while, ok?"
She said it as much for her as she did for me
"Few hours." I replied
She seemed satisfied with that
I couldn't tell whether I believed it or not
Far better men and women than I had tried to make similar voyages before me and never made it back
But now the situation was more dire
We had only two gas masks left from the vault of the chemistry lab
I was wearing one of them
If I did not return
There would be no more room for error
Stepping upstairs I shut the door behind me. I heard the "Snap Snap" of the double locks I'd installed as I walked towards the exit
Past the library
Past the teachers lounge
Past the gymnasium
And finally, to the double door
Reinforced by a half dozen horizontal iron post holding back a two thick wall of cinder block
This was it
It would be my first time stepping foot outside of this school in almost 8 and a half months now
There was no telling what was beyond that door
I knew not what to expect
Only that, according to Bentley, the grocery over on Hennipen had yet to be fully raided
I would start there
And then make my way to the pharmacy on Meadows
The insulin would soon run out
And I needed to replace those bandages we used up to do nothing but soak up so much death
As I moved aside the last of the block
I gripped my weapon
And flung open the door stepping out
Adjusting my eyes to the light I felt my heart rate increase
And that's when I glimpsed him in my periphery
I was not alone