If there was one tomato seed left in the world...

Worth1 · August 9, 2012

We are being followed and I fear that the pursuers aren’t of the friendly type.
This day and age nobody seems to be of the friendly type, they all seem to be out for themselves.
You can’t blame them though now can you; we are all in this for ourselves.
Sitting in the 6X6, what Marines would call a Duce and a Half is a lady in her early 70’s.
She says she was in California at the time of the collapse and was headed back to her home in Up Sate New York when they shut the Airports down.
She is the one taking care of the tomato plant and is doing really well at it.
Her name is Carolyn and says she grows lots of tomatoes of all kinds.
One of those heirloom tomato growers I suppose.
There is a young girl in her 20’s with us from Seattle.
A real punker to say the least, her hair is dyed purple long on one side and short on the other.
She also has a tattoo on her left arm of a tiger and on her right a snake.
Lord only knows what other tattoos she may have.
Her name is Rebecca and has taken up with the girl and is taking care of her.
It is pretty strange how she joined us, she came running out of the woods and jumped in the truck without a word spoken.
I have to say it scared the devil out of us.
There is a man of about 40 or so driving the truck and won’t say a word to anybody about himself or who he is.
For now I will just call him driver.
The other folks I don’t know yet, we are all pretty worried and have taken up with the task at hand, survival.
I’ll tell about myself in due time I don’t trust anybody yet.
The truck has pulled up the vehicles in the sand and we are getting out.
Driver is the first one off the truck and I am next everybody else is just sitting there just looking at the horror they see.
Right there in the sand is a military convoy what looks like it is a mile long and every single one of those trucks still has the bodies in them.
Everything that was exposed to the storm was striped clean of paint right down to the bare metal or down to the bone.
It must have been worse out here than what it was where we were or we would be in the same shape.
We can’t just go on like civilized folks would and leave the dead to take care of the dead as we are not what you would call civilized anymore.
We have to scrounge for survival for that’s what scroungers do, scrounge.
So scrounging we shall go.
What I am looking for is weapons we need weapons for we can’t just keep running and some day sooner or later we will have to confront our pursuers.
Now I know some folks don’t like guns and I hate the fact of using one but a man has to do what is necessary sometimes whether he likes it or not.
Another thing we are looking for is food, we need food.
After digging around and moving a few things from here to there we have found some MRE’s and a few guns and ammo we will load up on the truck.
We also found a tool chest loaded with tools.
We don’t have enough room for everything and we hate to leave it but we have no choice.
All we can hope for is some good people can use this stuff and the guns we leave behind won’t be turned on us.
We have managed to get more fuel in the truck and are on our way, the tell tale dust cloud in the west is getting closer so we have to leave.
I can just pick up a glint of morning sun shining on a windshield, it is getting close.

August 9, 2012	#23
Worth1 Tomatovillian™ Join Date: Feb 2006 Location: Den of Drunken Fools Posts: 38,539	We are being followed and I fear that the pursuers aren’t of the friendly type. This day and age nobody seems to be of the friendly type, they all seem to be out for themselves. You can’t blame them though now can you; we are all in this for ourselves. Sitting in the 6X6, what Marines would call a Duce and a Half is a lady in her early 70’s. She says she was in California at the time of the collapse and was headed back to her home in Up Sate New York when they shut the Airports down. She is the one taking care of the tomato plant and is doing really well at it. Her name is Carolyn and says she grows lots of tomatoes of all kinds. One of those heirloom tomato growers I suppose. There is a young girl in her 20’s with us from Seattle. A real punker to say the least, her hair is dyed purple long on one side and short on the other. She also has a tattoo on her left arm of a tiger and on her right a snake. Lord only knows what other tattoos she may have. Her name is Rebecca and has taken up with the girl and is taking care of her. It is pretty strange how she joined us, she came running out of the woods and jumped in the truck without a word spoken. I have to say it scared the devil out of us. There is a man of about 40 or so driving the truck and won’t say a word to anybody about himself or who he is. For now I will just call him driver. The other folks I don’t know yet, we are all pretty worried and have taken up with the task at hand, survival. I’ll tell about myself in due time I don’t trust anybody yet. The truck has pulled up the vehicles in the sand and we are getting out. Driver is the first one off the truck and I am next everybody else is just sitting there just looking at the horror they see. Right there in the sand is a military convoy what looks like it is a mile long and every single one of those trucks still has the bodies in them. Everything that was exposed to the storm was striped clean of paint right down to the bare metal or down to the bone. It must have been worse out here than what it was where we were or we would be in the same shape. We can’t just go on like civilized folks would and leave the dead to take care of the dead as we are not what you would call civilized anymore. We have to scrounge for survival for that’s what scroungers do, scrounge. So scrounging we shall go. What I am looking for is weapons we need weapons for we can’t just keep running and some day sooner or later we will have to confront our pursuers. Now I know some folks don’t like guns and I hate the fact of using one but a man has to do what is necessary sometimes whether he likes it or not. Another thing we are looking for is food, we need food. After digging around and moving a few things from here to there we have found some MRE’s and a few guns and ammo we will load up on the truck. We also found a tool chest loaded with tools. We don’t have enough room for everything and we hate to leave it but we have no choice. All we can hope for is some good people can use this stuff and the guns we leave behind won’t be turned on us. We have managed to get more fuel in the truck and are on our way, the tell tale dust cloud in the west is getting closer so we have to leave. I can just pick up a glint of morning sun shining on a windshield, it is getting close.