Here is part 002 of my Baltimore apocalyptic story series. As promised, I have incorporated several of my friends into the series. Meeting her end in this section is my good friend Nora; also Nadine and her husband Mike have a rough go at it. Hope their real day is going much better.
Baltimore Zombies 002: The Crate Situation
The single granola bar from this morning should sustain me for two days, maybe three if I can lay low. My meal card will let me refill provisions soon. We are permitted to restock food and supplies once a week. The government has been airdropping supplies to a few stores and hospitals, though they’re scarce and the contents don’t satisfy the number of people still in here. Most places taking meal cards are run by organized groups who like to make up their own rules. In other words, gangs. Gangs run the only constant source of food. After the stadium debacle, all registrations moved to local police stations. To obtain a meal card you had to register and provide identification, causing many to go hungry. With more deaths due to starvation than attacks from the dead at night, it’s a no wonder…
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