It still wasn’t enough.Ī month ago, with animal populations decimated in the woods from changes to the environment and the river emptying of fish, most of the four hundred survivors in Meadows packed up and left for Fort Knox after hearing rumors that the Army base in Kentucky is guarded by what’s left of the military and is accepting refugees. We partnered with some of the neighboring towns to maintain and guard the power plant, so we had electricity for months after most of the rest of the country went dark. Most of the men in town and a good number of the women knew how to hunt, fish, and shoot. The two other ways into town were winding mountain roads that were easily defended. In the second year, when reports of droves laying waste to every community they encountered started becoming more common, the town leaders blew up the bridge over the river that was the main route into Meadows. The people in Meadows who were left did everything they could. My little town had a population of three thousand when I was sixteen.īy the time I turned seventeen, we were down to fifteen hundred because so many had moved away in fear of being too close to the coast or had joined survivalist and militia groups. Sometimes a thousand strong, they move over what’s left of our roadways with trucks and tanks and take everything they want, killing anyone who gets in their way. Some people joined up with others in roving mobs that became known as droves. Some people hid themselves away in bunkers, hoarding as much food and supplies as they could. I’m sure it’s been reduced a lot more by now.
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