The New Source For Survival

The sun was just beginning to rise, casting long shadows across the encampment as John made his morning rounds. People greeted him with respect and admiration, their voices filled with a mixture of reverence and fear. "Good morning, leader," they said, nodding as he passed. John smiled, his expression warm and kind, hiding the ruthless ambition that lay beneath.

John found Steve, who was busy inspecting some of the new supplies. "Steve," John called out. "What's our plan for the new survivors?"

Steve looked up, his face serious. "I've scouted the area, posing as a homeless person. There's a group living in an abandoned building. They lack food, and their situation is dire. Among them are a few teenagers with medical training. They could be valuable assets for us. Having doctors in our shelter would greatly improve our chances of survival."

John nodded, his mind already calculating. "What about other skills? Any potential mechanics or engineers?"

"Yes," Steve replied. "Some of them have worked in factories. They know how to operate and maintain machinery. They could be a great help to Rose."

John placed a hand on Steve's shoulder. "Go back there. See if anyone else might be useful and trustworthy. Report back to me."

"Will do," Steve said, his loyalty evident in his eyes.

John continued his rounds, eventually making his way to Rose's camp. She was busy working on an electricity generator, her focus intense. John admired her dedication and skill. Rose was not only one of the most beautiful women in the shelter but also incredibly talented. She had harbored a crush on John for a long time, and he knew it. He planned to use her feelings to his advantage in the future.

"Rose," John called out as he approached. "Have you finished the generator?"

Rose looked up, her face lighting up at the sight of him. "I'm almost done. Just a few more adjustments."

John smiled, genuinely impressed. "You're doing a fantastic job. Keep it up."

Rose blushed, her heart racing. "Thank you, John. That means a lot."

John nodded and walked away, his mind already moving on to the next task. He took his car, with his loyal dog Bork beside him, and set off for a drive. They drove through the desolate landscape, the ruins of the old world a stark reminder of the apocalypse. As they drove, John spotted an old factory and thought about his plans to rebuild the cities.

He needed materials: stone, bricks, and cement. John knew how to make these, but he lacked the resources. His mind raced through the requirements for a strong building: bricks made from clay and water, baked until hard; cement from limestone and clay; and stones to bind it all together.

As he drove, he saw a massive structure in the distance. It was an old electric generator, accompanied by windmills and solar panels. Intrigued, John drove straight towards it. He parked the car and, with Bork at his side, began to explore.

The place was eerily silent. The windmills creaked in the breeze, and the solar panels glinted in the sunlight. John knew this could be a huge resource for his shelter. As he walked around, inspecting the equipment, he felt a presence behind him. Before he could react, an old man pressed a knife to his neck.

"Move and you're dead," the old man hissed. Bork barked furiously, sensing the danger.

John stayed calm, his voice steady. "I'm John, a lonely survivor looking for shelter."

The old man lowered the knife slightly. "I saw a car come here. Is it yours?"

John nodded. "Yes, it's mine."

The old man laughed, a greedy glint in his eyes. "Good, good. I could use that car."

John played along, his mind calculating the man's intentions. "Are you also a lone survivor?"

The old man sat by a small fire, nodding. "Yeah, I worked here before the world went to hell. Been surviving somehow. Had a daughter and a grandchild. They're gone now."

John listened, sensing the old man was trying to manipulate him, to create a sense of trust and sympathy. The old man's story was likely fabricated, a way to lower John's guard.

"You can sleep here tonight," the old man offered.

John nodded, pretending to settle in for the night. He lay down, feigning sleep, while keeping one eye open. In the dead of night, he heard the old man get up, moving stealthily. The glint of a knife caught John's eye. As the old man lunged, John rolled away, pulling out his gun.

A shot rang out, echoing through the empty factory. The old man looked down, blood pouring from his stomach. He cried out in pain, cursing John.

"You motherfucker," the old man spat.

John stood over him, his expression cold and unfeeling. "That's for the admin room key, old man."

The old man begged for his life, but John was unmoved. "You're going to die anyway. Just get it over with."

He fired another shot, the bullet piercing the old man's head. The echo of the gunshot lingered as the man's body went limp. John holstered his gun, feeling no remorse.

He found the admin room and began sifting through the blueprints and instructions on how the generators and solar panels worked. He spent the next day learning, absorbing the information. This knowledge would be invaluable for his plans.

As he ventured outside to inspect the wires, he discovered they were all torn and broken. "Shit," John muttered. "I need to make new wires."

He took a long walk around the facility, observing every detail. The windmills stood tall, their blades slowly turning. The solar panels were dusty but intact. The place was a treasure trove of resources, but it needed work.

As the sun began to set, casting a warm glow over the landscape, John walked back to the main control building. Bork trotted beside him, ever faithful. John felt a sense of accomplishment. Despite the bloodshed, he had gained something valuable. He was one step closer to rebuilding a world where he held all the power. And for that, he would do whatever it took.

As John approached the main control building, he heard the unmistakable sound of multiple footsteps. Quickly, he ducked behind one of the shelves, pulling Bork close and covering his mouth to keep him silent. From his hiding spot, John saw five men entering the area, their expressions tense and wary.

The man with a hat inspected the surroundings and cursed, "Shit, who is this man? Dead."

Another man knelt beside the body and examined it. "Looks like a bullet wound," he said. "And the blood looks fresh. The old man could have died yesterday."

The man in the hat turned to another, a tall figure who exuded a military demeanor. "Good to have a military man like you here, Martin."

John's pulse quickened. An army man among them meant higher risks. He strained to hear more as the hat-wearing man continued, "Martin, did you find your sister?"

Martin shook his head, frustration evident in his voice. "Still no. I've searched every city we've been through and still nothing."

"What was her name again?" the hat-wearing man asked.

"Rose," Martin replied.

John's heart skipped a beat. "Rose? What a coincidence," he thought. Rose never mentioned having a brother. As Martin moved closer to John's hiding spot, John noticed the familiar facial structure, the same sharp features that Rose had. An idea began to form in John's mind: he could use both Rose and Martin, but first, he needed to escape this immediate danger.

After ten tense minutes, the group left the area. John emerged from his hiding place, contemplating how to use this newfound information to his advantage. But the skies opened up, and rain poured down in heavy sheets. Seeking shelter, John retreated to the electric generator area, hoping to stay hidden and dry.

Before long, the five men returned, catching John off guard. "Who are you?" one of them demanded.

John tried to appear nonchalant. "I just came here to take cover from the rain."

The men exchanged suspicious glances but allowed John to join them by the fire. Despite their apparent acceptance, John remained on edge. He could feel their eyes on him, scrutinizing every move. Martin, noticing John's unease, approached him. "You don't need to be on guard. I guarantee nothing will happen," he said, trying to be reassuring. "Nice dog you have."

John nodded but stayed alert, pretending to sleep but never fully relaxing. His inner voice screamed warnings: **They will betray you. Don't trust them.** To stay awake, he swallowed a pill designed to keep him alert.

In the middle of the night, one of the men tried to take John's bag. John shot up, startling everyone. "Wow, chill, chill," the man stammered. "We were just trying to wake you up, bro."

John's eyes narrowed in suspicion. He sensed danger from everyone except Martin. As he walked around, he overheard the men talking in hushed tones. "Because of Martin, we can't kill that boy," one whispered. "That boy has good resources. It's only been a few weeks, but even an army man like Martin can't stop four guys at once. Today is the day where Martin and that boy die."

John waited, pretending to look for a safe opportunity. The men approached Martin, two of them speaking to him in an overly friendly manner. Suddenly, one of them hit Martin on the head. The others turned their attention to John.

Two men lunged at John. He was ready. Dodging the first punch, he swung his hidden knife and slashed the man's neck. Blood sprayed, and the man fell, gurgling. The second man came at John with a fury, but John moved with precision, dodging every attack. Martin, recovering from the blow, saw John fighting like a true warrior.

One of the attackers taunted Martin. "Where are you looking, you motherfucker?" Martin, reacting quickly, kneed the man in the groin and then slammed him to the ground.

"I trusted you guys, and you betrayed me," Martin spat, anger and disappointment in his voice.

John, covered in blood, dispatched another attacker, his face a mask of cold determination. Martin stopped him. "No more killing."

John's eyes were fierce. "Move," he ordered. Martin stepped aside, and John finished off the last two men. Bloodied and exhausted, John and Martin sat by the fire, both aware of the gravity of what had just occurred.

"I know your sister, Rose," John said, breaking the silence.

Martin stood up, shock and hope in his eyes. "Where is she? Is she alive?"

"Don't worry. She's fine and healthy," John reassured him. "But I need something in return."

"What's that?" Martin asked, eager to see his sister.

John laid out his plan. "I need you to train my men, teach them how to fight and survive like you do in the army."

Martin nodded, seeing the sense in John's proposal. "I will."

With their new alliance formed, John retrieved his car, and together with Martin, they began their journey back to John's shelter. As they drove through the rain-soaked landscape, John felt a new sense of power. With Martin's military expertise and Rose's skills, his vision of a rebuilt world was becoming more attainable. And for that vision, John would stop at nothing.