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...