Ryan Westfield - Surviving Chaos

Max was tired, hungry, and weak. His leg was killing him. At least his face didnt hurt as much as it had. Hed walked for three days straight, sleeping in the trees along the side of the road by night. It would have been better to walk by night, but hed left his flashlight with Mandy. The batteries wouldnt last much longer anyway.

Max had finished the meager amount of food hed brought with him yesterday. And it hadnt been much to begin with.

Max had woken early, before the sunrise, unable to get back to sleep from the hunger and the cold ground. So hed waited until there was enough light to walk by, and then hed started.

Would he ever find a town? They were really out there, away from everything. If hed been unlucky and headed in the wrong direction, he could walk for weeks before he found anything. And at that point, itd be likely that hed first run into a car driving by. And who knew whod be in the car and whether theyd be friendly or dangerous.

Max hadnt seen a single car since leaving the Bronco. Nothing at all in the air but a chill and the sounds of small animals in the woods. Nevertheless, Max kept feeling for his Glock, making sure it was there. It was a reassuring presence at his side. But hopefully he wouldnt have to use it. Thered been enough violence and death already. Not thatd he hesitate to use it if he had to.

His mind turned to Chads death. Chad had somehow gotten addicted to his pills again. He just couldnt keep away. Who knew if it was something biological, some tweak in his brain chemistry, that made him more susceptible to chemical addiction than most. Or if it was simply the fact that Chad couldnt handle life as it came. Max was inclined to go with the second option.

Up ahead, there was a sign, announcing arrival to a town named Antrim, Pennsylvania, population 804.

Max almost couldnt believe it. Itd been three days since hed seen anything man-made except for the road and the things hed brought with him.

So they were still in Pennsylvania, not West Virginia as theyd suspected.

With the town name, theyd be able to figure out where they were once Max got back to Mandy and the others.

If he made it back.

The sign meant that gas was close. Unless it was like Albion and completely deserted, with no cars left.

Max was close to his goal.

He wasnt going to make any mistakes this time. Hed made too many mistakes before, and allowed others to make them as well.

He needed to get a tighter handle on everything. He needed to operate with caution.

The problem theyd run into in the past was that there wasnt always enough time to make the best decision. And they hadnt been in the best state of mind, either. For instance, Max should have trusted his gut and never gone to the compound with Kara. But theyd been hungry and miserable and desperate. Itd simply been too tempting.

Max continued down the road, hoping to find another way to enter the town. Coming down the main drag probably wasnt the best option if he didnt want to get discovered.

But there werent any side streets to take.

The first building came into view about two hundred feet down the road.

Off to the right, there was an ancient cemetery. Max looked at the old broken headstones as he walked past. The engraved names sounded old, and the dates went back two hundred years.

A cemetery was a luxury for a civilized world. There wouldnt be any cemeteries now. Not for a long while, until people got organized again. If that ever happened, that is. Now, the dead would be mostly left where they lay. Or buried in shallow graves, if the earth wasnt too cold. Max thought of Chad and wondered what had happened to him. The people at the compound would have had to dispose of his body somehow. Maybe theyd burned it, or simply left it outside for whatever wild animals or stray dogs there were.

Max wondered briefly what would happen to his own body. Given the circumstances, it wasnt too unlikely that at some point hed be shot and killed. Or stabbed and killed. Who knew. Maybe his body would just lay there.

Max shook the thoughts out of his head. It wasnt any good thinking about things like that. It didnt help him. And he couldnt really give a damn about what happened to his dead body. The thing now was to focus on living. On surviving.

There wasnt anyone on the main street of the town. Max approached the first building cautiously, hugging the shoulder of the road as he limped along, figuring it would make him a little less visible than walking down the dead center of the road.

He came to the first building, which was white, with fading paint. One story. Some kind of general store. Max flattened himself against the outer wall, staying still. He listened, trying to figure out if there was anyone around.

So far, he heard nothing.

There probably wasnt much point in going into the store to look for supplies. For one thing, what he really needed was gas. And the store was probably already looted.

But Maxs stomach was still sending out shooting pains of hunger. He felt weak. If he had some food in his stomach, hed be better at doing whatever it was hed need to do to get the gas.

There also might be gas in the store. Unlikely, but Max had to check.

Around the back of the store, Max found an alley with a dumpster full of broken down cardboard boxes. Itd never been taken away, and now it never would. That cardboard would sit there until it decomposed on its own.

The backdoor was locked. But it wasnt a thick steel door. It was wood, with a lock that didnt appear too solid.

Max waited for a moment, making sure there were still no sounds. If he kicked the door, and someone was around, theyd undoubtedly hear him.

It was a risk.

Max didnt think about it too much.

He lifted his good leg and kicked the door, aiming at a spot near the handle.

Three more kicks, and something in the lock disengaged, breaking.

The door opened easily, and Max moved into the dark passageway that led to the store.

He had his gun out, and he moved cautiously. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the darkness.

Max was mostly past the point of fear. But if there was something he feared, it was the sound of a gun cocking in the darkness. Or a voice telling him to lay down his own gun.

Of course, those were almost benign options compared to simply being shot. There very well could be someone in there with Max. And hed never know it until it was too late.

Maxs heart rate was elevated, but not much. His body had been running on adrenaline for so long now that it didnt have much more to give.

Max passed the cash register, which was wide open, no cash left in the drawer. Max shook his head in disbelief. Cash wasnt going to do anyone any good.

The main room of the store was a complete disaster. It looked like a mob had entered and taken everything, overturning all the shelves in the process.

There was almost nothing left, but Max looked anyway. He felt like an animal, scavenging for scraps of food. But that was reality. That was what he had to do.

In a corner, underneath a piece of an overturned metal shelf, Max found a jumbo packet of Mounds bars. He got them out, opened them up. They were completely smushed, but he couldnt have cared less. He knew he couldnt eat them all at once. His body wouldnt be able to assimilate such a great influx of sugar.

He got the first one in his mouth, and the taste was so intense, having not had sugar in so long, that it was a real struggle not to eat the rest of them right then and there.

It wasnt like a Mounds bar would provide him with the nutrition he needed. The sugar would give him a short burst of energy. He felt it coming on now, strength returning to his body. The trick would be to pace himself, eating them whenever he felt his energy starting to flag again.