February 14, 2023. Three year after the Collapse.
Hello, my name is Chris, and if you’re reading this, I probably died/emigrated. I have escaped from a labor camp located outside of Austin not too long ago, I was actually thrown over the fence and forced to run before the guards shot me, but I still made it. The guys that were messing with me took it a little too far this time around. I just found a stash of supplies in a nearby dumpster that was labeled “Yankee Doodle Donkey’s Cart”. I’m wondering if there are other stashes like this one, I’m also wondering if this stash in particular was meant for someone else. I really don’t know, but it had this journal and some pens in it, so I’m gonna put them to good use. The stash also came with a little book called “A brony’s guide to surviving in Texas”, it should come in handy, after all, its been a few years since I’ve been on my own and I may need to get a lay of the land first. I’ll find a place to sleep first though, somewhere that’s preferably far away from that damned camp. I found a little restaurant to sleep in tonight, there’s a bunch of crickets all over the place, the health department must’ve given them a C. Oh well, it’ll have to do.
Taking inventory:
Box of matches (50)
Roll of gauze (Sterile, hopefully)
Hydrogen Peroxide
Box of Band-Aids (20)
Bottles of Water (5)
Canned Vegetables (2)
Canned Beef
Canned Fruit
This stuff should keep me alive for a day or two.