Three years later I’m still doing the job, but just barely. Good thing there’s not much for me to do now that things are almost “normal”; I’m so damn tired! I keep to watching my back and my girl…seems those angry men can’t seem to get themselves back on track. I hope they stay that way – not much left in me to keep myself sharp.
Too often I think back to the months after we got hit. No one ever imagined that we’d do the things we did! Who would’ve thought we’d have to? But we were a good team, defending ourselves, searching for food, shelter, water – for weeks…oh yeah, right here in the USA ! Sure we expected problems – we knew we’d get slammed, and we’d lose a lot, but no one expected what came after.
There were a few bright spots, like searching for the dead but finding the living. My girl sure did her job like a pro – I knew she would, and I’m so proud of her! And so were the guys…my team, my “friends”. What bastards.
They ever come near her, I’ll kill them. I swear I will.