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White Powder Winter Sports
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Ever since the attacks, I've been running. I didn't know where I was going, but I knew I had to get away. I wandered aimlessly for almost a week until I stumbled cross the remains of this store and decided to make it my home.
Almost everything of value here was gone, but at least it put a roof over my head. I was happy to see that the store had a fireplace, which I desperately needed to fight off the mountain chill. It was the first time since the bombs hit I got a decent sleep.
Using the store as a base camp, I've spent the last several days exploring the surrounding area and gathering supplies. I have yet to meet anything alive out here apart from wildlife, which has been sparse at best.
I heard some type of aircraft pass overhead, but by the time I ventured outside, it was gone. I'm beginning to think I am one of the few that's survived the attacks.
I returned to my home today to find two men stealing my supplies. I don't know who they were, but I couldn't afford to let all my hard work go to waste. I would have tried to reason with them, but they didn't look like the reasonable types. As soon as their hands were full, I opened fire. They never stood a chance.
I hope I haven't made a huge mistake.
I'm having trouble sleeping again, only taking small one-hour naps at best. Usually, I'm awakened by some distant gunshots or the cry of something unnatural hunting for prey.
Passing the hours in my new home has been a struggle. I've taken to staring at the pictures on the wall of people skiing and inventing stories of what their lives must have been like. It's hard to believe life was once that simple.
Had another pair of thugs try and raid my shelter today, this time and man and a woman.
I was home at the time and I saw them coming, so I called out offering them a chance to run. They laughed and started shooting. I returned fire and took down the man, but a shot from the woman caught me square in the shoulder. Fortunately, my gunfire chased her off, but I have a feeling she'll be back.
The wound in my shoulder is far worse than I expected. I don't have antibiotics, and I can't remove the bullet. Even lifting my arm has become difficult. If I don't get medical attention soon, I'm in serious trouble.
The only options I have are to abandon my shelter and seek help, or stay put and hope for the best. Both of those choices lead me to believe I'm not going to last very long.
My right arm is useless and I'm burning up with fever. I'm too weak to try and hunt for food or gather fresh water, which means I'm done for. My window of opportunity for seeking help is gone.
This will undoubtedly be my last entry. If anyone discovers these messages and you find my body, all I request is some sort of proper burial. I hope my meager collection of supplies will help you more than it helped me. Good luck to you. Good luck to all of us.