jeep. He then inspected the vehicle's underside and engine making sure everything was okay.
Satisfied, Sam coaxed The Pack into the jeep. He then climbed in himself and disengaging the emergency brake, letting the jeep roll down the steep hill he'd parked it on. After several seconds it gained momentum, and Sam dropped the gear shift into first gear and popped the clutch. The sudden jerk and jolt were followed by a satisfying rev of the engine. Sam stopped the jeep and raced the engine for a moment to charge the battery. He then put on his seat belt, and pulled onto the highway to go get supplies.
Grogan's Groceries was Sam's normal stop after crossing the bridge. He could pick up supplies and also hand crank gas into the jeep and the spare gas can. He decided to fill up on gas first while the dogs jumped out and explored. While monotonously hand cranking the gasoline, Sam gazed around him noticing the leftover signs of anarchy from near the end. Most of the time he did not really see such things, they blended into background noise. The billboard near the road was partially burned as if a Molotov cocktail had been hurled against it. He could still read where someone had spray painted "This is the End?" in red letters across an advertisement for tractors.
Looking around Sam could recognize other signs of the apocalypse. He didn't want to see them but seemed unable to help himself. Abandoned cars in odd positions littered the parking lot, many of them filled with skeletons. Some of the cars had the windows still up and were filled with dried out mummies. Sam turned his eyes away quickly when he thought he saw a car seat in one of the mummified minivans. "Get a hold of yourself Samuel," he said out loud and noticed he had been cranking gas out onto the pavement, the jeep's tank and extra container full.
Sam cursed and put the crank away wiping his hands off. He walked over to the front of the grocery store grabbing a shopping cart from the parking lot. Although he had been in this store dozens of times, and knew the layout well, he still loathed going into these dark spooky buildings. It was best to get in and out as fast as possible. Sam pulled out his flashlight, opened the door, and pushed the cart through. He closed the door closely behind him to keep the dogs out afraid they would chase rats and maybe get bit. They whined at the front door while he walked further into the darkness.
The smell hit him like a bucket of water. It had been years since the power had gone out, but old meat, rotten eggs, and spoilt milk combined in a devilish cocktail of nauseating vapors. Sam pulled his shirt up over his nose and mouth, but it didn't help much. There was scurrying all around and Sam did his best to ignore it. The store was of course ransacked during the panic near the end, but not as bad as most. Sam went first to the popcorn, looters seemed to have universally snubbed the kernel. It was one of the few sources of carbohydrates that didn't go bad and the rodents didn't eat up. He threw about a dozen bags into the shopping cart and calculated there was enough left for several more trips. He then went to get bottles of oil to cook the popcorn. Next were various canned and jarred goods, bottles of fruit juice, spices and salt, canned dog food, sugar, tea, and other random items. He was even able to find several bags of pasta and rice the animals hadn't gotten into yet.
Time to get out of here. He could hear more scurrying around him and even thought he saw someone at the edge of his vision. Got to go, he told himself trying to stay calm as his heart raced. Sam turned off the flashlight, closed his eyes, and said, "There is no one there." He opened his eyes again and felt better. No need for the flashlight now that he was finished and heading towards the lit front entrance. Before leaving he checked the tobacco section and picked out a few of the better cigars. They were likely long stale but better than nothing. He almost went to
Satisfied, Sam coaxed The Pack into the jeep. He then climbed in himself and disengaging the emergency brake, letting the jeep roll down the steep hill he'd parked it on. After several seconds it gained momentum, and Sam dropped the gear shift into first gear and popped the clutch. The sudden jerk and jolt were followed by a satisfying rev of the engine. Sam stopped the jeep and raced the engine for a moment to charge the battery. He then put on his seat belt, and pulled onto the highway to go get supplies.
Grogan's Groceries was Sam's normal stop after crossing the bridge. He could pick up supplies and also hand crank gas into the jeep and the spare gas can. He decided to fill up on gas first while the dogs jumped out and explored. While monotonously hand cranking the gasoline, Sam gazed around him noticing the leftover signs of anarchy from near the end. Most of the time he did not really see such things, they blended into background noise. The billboard near the road was partially burned as if a Molotov cocktail had been hurled against it. He could still read where someone had spray painted "This is the End?" in red letters across an advertisement for tractors.
Looking around Sam could recognize other signs of the apocalypse. He didn't want to see them but seemed unable to help himself. Abandoned cars in odd positions littered the parking lot, many of them filled with skeletons. Some of the cars had the windows still up and were filled with dried out mummies. Sam turned his eyes away quickly when he thought he saw a car seat in one of the mummified minivans. "Get a hold of yourself Samuel," he said out loud and noticed he had been cranking gas out onto the pavement, the jeep's tank and extra container full.
Sam cursed and put the crank away wiping his hands off. He walked over to the front of the grocery store grabbing a shopping cart from the parking lot. Although he had been in this store dozens of times, and knew the layout well, he still loathed going into these dark spooky buildings. It was best to get in and out as fast as possible. Sam pulled out his flashlight, opened the door, and pushed the cart through. He closed the door closely behind him to keep the dogs out afraid they would chase rats and maybe get bit. They whined at the front door while he walked further into the darkness.
The smell hit him like a bucket of water. It had been years since the power had gone out, but old meat, rotten eggs, and spoilt milk combined in a devilish cocktail of nauseating vapors. Sam pulled his shirt up over his nose and mouth, but it didn't help much. There was scurrying all around and Sam did his best to ignore it. The store was of course ransacked during the panic near the end, but not as bad as most. Sam went first to the popcorn, looters seemed to have universally snubbed the kernel. It was one of the few sources of carbohydrates that didn't go bad and the rodents didn't eat up. He threw about a dozen bags into the shopping cart and calculated there was enough left for several more trips. He then went to get bottles of oil to cook the popcorn. Next were various canned and jarred goods, bottles of fruit juice, spices and salt, canned dog food, sugar, tea, and other random items. He was even able to find several bags of pasta and rice the animals hadn't gotten into yet.
Time to get out of here. He could hear more scurrying around him and even thought he saw someone at the edge of his vision. Got to go, he told himself trying to stay calm as his heart raced. Sam turned off the flashlight, closed his eyes, and said, "There is no one there." He opened his eyes again and felt better. No need for the flashlight now that he was finished and heading towards the lit front entrance. Before leaving he checked the tobacco section and picked out a few of the better cigars. They were likely long stale but better than nothing. He almost went to
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