This is how I died
I've never seen snow.
That morning, I listened to the emergency broadcast. Possibility of light snow in the evening, or something like that. I was excited. I've never seen snow.
I figured I had time. I could head to Brandenburg and grab the ammo and guns I had to leave behind because I couldn't tow the Franklin Valuline I had filled to the brim. I figured I could take my own box truck and transfer the loot there, turn around and be back home to watch the snow fall.
It was stupid, really. I didn't want to draw more attention to myself, so I used a hunting knife instead of my shotgun. But I wasn't used to the range; I usually use axes and long blunts. I didn't judge the distance well. Maybe I should have backpedaled a bit more. Or worn more protection. Or maybe I shouldn't have gone back for the ammo. I didn't need it, the armory was well-stocked.
I can hear my chickens, my cows, and my sheep. I can hear birds in the distance. I thought they'd have flown south by now. I wonder if my sunflowers will bloom.
I should have just looked for more clay. The smithy's walls were just half done, and I needed the clay for cement. Or just spent the day cutting down trees to make sure the stove had enough fuel. I should have-
I guess none of that matters now. What matters is the race between the infection and the bleach. I think the infection is winning.
I didn't even get to see snow.
