The End of Times Part VI
I decided the best way to approach this long journey was to sleep during the day and travel by night. During the day almost anything could happen, but in my mind the night was the quietest and best way to walk across the landscape. I exited Manhattan by way of the Holland Tunnel. When I came to the other side, I realized New Jersey was no stranger to the same fate. Almost all of the buildings were torn down and bodies lay in the streets. For many days I just kept on walking, surviving only on soda, bars of candy, and occasional food I would find in a still standing store.
When I reached the suburbs, there was a sigh of relief inside of me. Possibly, some survivors must be in their cellars waiting for someone to arrive. I decided to try my hunch on an old brick house. The windows of this home had been blown in and their was ash all over the walls. I walker through the deserted rooms. On the walls were burnt pictures of a happy couple at their marriage. The picture was in black and white so I assumed I was dealing with an older couple. Just my luck. I turned out of the kitchen and there as an iron door blocking the entrance to what I assumed was the basement. I yelled and pounded on the door. No answer. There must be some way to get down there.
