Jet came through the other night. She found us a place to put our feet up for a while at The Eights apartment complex. It was more than enough!

I set out this morning while Jet was still asleep in search of some salvage. Ammo, food, drink, any form of supplies really. I came across a pit of building turned rubble, over layered with steel piping & steel mesh among the general burnt papers, trash and dust. I didn’t think I didn’t think i would find much, then after lifting off a piece of corrugated iron I located a shirt and pair of pants. They seemed in good condition, no frays or holes in the stitching, dirty of course but will be good as a spare set, so I slung them over my shoulder and moved on.

I came across an old garage further down the road, seemed deserted, but wasn’t empty. And abundance of rusted odd tools, no complete sets. Therion was a self made mechanic and seeing this brought back memories of a brighter time as he felt and glanced over each wrench, screwdriver and socket. It was like being back at Old Man Mick’s once again. Damn I miss Mick, I wonder if the old bastard is still alive. I hope the old man made it..

As Therion went to leave he saw a board up at the front of the garage that read “Mechanics Wanted!”, with a burnt file and some blank tattered applications inside. Was the garage still operational? He looked around once more and called out to see if maybe there was someone in the back, but no answer.. He took one of the applications, folded it up and put it in his pocket, walking back up the road to return to Jet.

I arrived at the apartment where Jet & I were staying the night and the damn door was wide open! I thought the worst and rushed in. I was met by two men, one armed with a machete in one hand & a gun in the other. The taller man with a baseball bat. Passed them I see Jet and a girl I have never seen before. The stranger was waving his gun towards Jet & the other girl and I just lost my shit.. I pulled the wrench from my pocket that I had picked up earlier and wielded it high in the air. Fuck.. I wish I stuck the scum-bag over the head, but he had a gun. I know ammunition is scarce and definitely hard to come by, but was I willing to take the risk of getting Jet or the other girl shot if I was wrong? I told them both to take what they desired and leave. They really had no business with us,  but they were searching for something. They took a small backpack with the unknown girls walkie-talkie as well as her baby’s clothes. Why would a grown man want baby’s clothes? SICK FUCKS! Such an evil thought that shrouded his head.

I got Jet out of there after the men left, we’re now back sleeping in the forest, so far it’s been the safest place. I cant believe its safer than an apartment, but so far it is. I laid down and took a small stick from the ground and sharpened the tip, dragging the end of the stick through a mud puddle near by and began filling out the application he’d picked up from the garage. Do people really still to applications? I don’t know, maybe I’m just filling it out because it seems more like what the world used to be like, more… Human.

I’ll return the application to the garage tomorrow, hopefully someone is there, hopefully I’m not just losing my mind by doing this, but I need this. I need that distraction, something to keep me from turning into the savage that so many have become.

(Hail To The Wrench Baby!)