Matthias' Survival I

If he doesn't want it here, too bad. As of now, I'm at a blog war with him.

What world is this? How could this happen? My God, nothing is the same. Nothing will ever, ever be the same...My parents!"Your alive!" It all came back to me, the time before the asteroid. No, just a dream. Twelve years had past. Has it really been that long? It flashed before my eyes. I woke, stiff and tired. My head flooded with pain. I lay on the ground, writhing for a few moments. With great effort, and without ceremony, I managed to sit myself up. I touched the back of my head and cringed. A large bump had been left by the blow from the brute's rifle. So uncivilized. Nothing's been civilized since it happened. I began to realize where I was. I had been dragged to the outskirts of town, and my possessions were stripped from me. I was surprised they bothered to leave me my clothes. Maybe they let me live so they can rob me again another day. Who knows. As my head began to clear, the memory of the previous day started to return. I had entered the old abandoned town of Maplewood, just looking for a new blade to add to my knife and axe. Good steel was hard to find these days. I had entered the old Home Depot - or what was left - hoping to find something without any rust on it. I was only lightly armed and carried just my day supplies. I had only planned for it to take an hour at the most; just a routine scavenging excursion, followed by an hour's work forging back at camp. I've always been nervous walking into abandoned towns. Robbers love to hide, waiting to jump you. This time I was just careless. It was plainly stupid really. What idiot nowadays marches blithely down the middle of a road, not checking for any booby-traps, snipers or other survivors? I'm getting too old for this. I shook my head. No use dwelling on what has happened, all there was left to do was keep pushing forward. I managed to get standing, dropped back to one knee, then laboriously rose again. I assessed myself. No cuts. That's good. Wouldn't want to get infected out here would I? I seen enough of gangrene to know to avoid it. Everything of great value I had was missing, excepting my boots. Thank goodness. Anyone without boots those days would have died within a week. Cold leads to frostbite, leads to sloughing off, leads to not walking, leads to death. If you can't walk, you die.