I headed back down a little, to where my truck got stowed. I had slept in the back last night, after getting into town, pushing it about a block until I thought I was in a reasonable place for the night. In it were a few boxes, most of which contained food and water (there were two jerrycans of clean water in the back, which was all I could bring) the water being clean and fresh, which is all back home had. Lots of water underground.
My duffle bag, which I had found just lying around, contained all of my important possessions, that being all my ammo, two sets of clean clothes, one of which being for winter, a box filled with a few pictures, baseball cards, and a housekey, and my cellphone. That reminds me.
I grabbed my cell out of the bag (I put in the back of the truck, Strife's probably gonna want to pick this clean, if he's gonna go all survivalist on me, so I'll grab it when we leave) and sat in the front seat with the door open.
"Okay, so I have two boxes of canned food, a cooler with some meat, two jerrycans of water, gun and ammo, broken down truck, and laptop. Shit I forgot to check my laptop!"
I stood up and went to the back of my truck, grabbing my computer off the top of my bag. It looked okay, and I managed to get some music going on it. I turned it up and leaned against my truck, while (was it Metallica? Yes that was Death Magnetic alright) blared out. I laughed a little. NONE of these bands would be making music anymore.
"Shit."