The next morning, we loaded up the old SUV. Michael and Maria made one last sweep through the place, to make sure they had everything. I loaded the last two cans of gasoline on board and made sure the weapons were stored properly. We had a few guns, but the ammunition could not be replaced when what we had was gone, so we took as many edged weapons as we could lay our hands on--knives, axes, a couple of swords and makeshift spears. Those we could use over and over again and each of use carried a knife or two on our person at all times, while I wore a pistol at my hip and had a loaded shotgun next to the front seat.

We should have enough gas to get us out of California, at least, that is if we can get past the Unlucky ones. The kids came out and tossed a few more things in the back and we headed out. Again, the mood was somber. No one said a word as we left our home. I watched it fade away in the rear view mirror and I thought to myself, 'This is a new beginning, but I wonder what's in store for us?'

To be continued...