Chapter 9: Scavenging

After about an hour of discussion, we all agreed to move the shelter someplace else, somewhere out of reach of the scavengers and safe from the aliens. At this point it was safe to assume that if the alien I had fought earlier had pals across the globe, the total population of the human race might be lower than fifty percent of it's original value.

We were all deep in thought Dave's voice broke the silence as he did often, his eyes scanning our surroundings with a mixture of caution and urgency. "We need to find food and supplies. We can't survive without them, especially now that we're moving bases."

Marlise nodded, her expression serious. "Dave's right. We need to scavenge for food and supplies. We can't stay here for too long."

We all nodded in agreement, our eyes shining with determination. Dave looked at us, his eyes narrowing. "Alright, let's move out. We'll search for food and supplies in the city."

Half an hour later we were once more on the streets of Canada. Dave led the way, his gun at the ready, while Ann and I followed closely behind, our eyes scanning the surroundings for any signs of danger.

As we walked through the deserted streets, I was reminded of the devastating state of the city. Buildings were destroyed, cars were overturned, and debris littered the streets. The once-thriving city was now a desolate wasteland.

We walked for hours, searching for any signs of food or supplies. The sun beat down on us, relentless in its intensity. I wiped the sweat from my brow, my eyes scanning the horizon for any signs of hope.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, we came across a grocery store that had been left untouched. The building stood tall, its walls still intact, its windows still unbroken.

Dave's eyes lit up with excitement. "Jackpot," he whispered, a sly grin spreading across his face. What if this was all a trap?

We entered the store, our guns at the ready. The store was dark and musty, the air thick with the scent of decay. But as our eyes adjusted to the light, we saw that it was stocked with food and supplies.

We began to gather as much food and supplies as we could, our bags filling up quickly. Canned goods, bottled water, and medical supplies – we took everything we could find.

As we worked, I kept looking over my shoulder, expecting to see someone or something lurking in the shadows. But there was never anyone there.

I had a feeling that I was just being paranoid. But the feeling lingered, making me feel like we were being watched and that something bad was about to happen.

As we finished gathering our supplies, Dave looked at us, his eyes serious. "We need to get back to the shelter. It's not safe out here."

I nodded, feeling a sense of relief. "Let's move out."

As we left the store, I couldn't shake off the feeling that we were being watched. And this time, I knew I wasn't just being paranoid. I saw a figure lurking in the shadows, watching us. My heart skipped a beat as I froze, my eyes locked on the figure.

Ann and Dave followed my gaze, their eyes scanning the shadows. But the figure was gone, vanished into thin air.

"What was that?" Ann whispered, her voice trembling with fear.

Dave's eyes narrowed. "I don't know, but we need to get out of here. Now."

We quickly gathered our supplies and began to make our way back to the shelter. But as we walked, I knew that we were not alone in this desolate wasteland.

As we turned a corner, we were confronted by a group of scavengers. There were five of them, each one looking more menacing than the last.

Their leader, a stout man with a scar above his eye, sneered at us. "Well, well, well. What do we have here?"

Dave's hand instinctively went to his gun, his eyes locked on the scavengers. "We don't want any trouble," he said, his voice firm but controlled.

The scavengers snickered, their eyes glinting with amusement. "Oh, I think you do," the leader said, his hand on the knife at his belt.

Without warning, the scavengers charged, their knives and clubs at the ready. Dave, Ann, and I sprang into action, our guns and fists flying.

I fought with all my might, my adrenaline pumping as I took down scavenger after scavenger. But there were too many of them, and soon I found myself surrounded.

Just as I thought all was lost, Dave and Ann fought their way to my side, their guns blazing. Together, we managed to overpower the scavengers with our supplies safe.

As we stood panting, our guns still smoking, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in my comrades. I hadn't felt like this in a while since I was often viewed as antisocial and a bookworm. I had hated my school life. Now I intended to live my life to the fullest without restraints