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Day 86 [Feb. 22nd, 2006|04:28 pm]
Alex Morris
After the last post about the house collapsing, we started to pack up, and look for places to get out. Listening to the radio, the word was that they were heading away from the city. It means that they've gotten everyone they could from there.

There's still a handful of people there manning one of the radio stations, but apart from that, it doesn't seem very hopeful.

We poured over the maps, and decided our best bet was to head north, up to Shepparton, on the boarder between New South Wales and Melbourne. This was going to be no easy feat, as it's possibly a day’s drive there, and that's with nothing else around, nor stopping along the way.

We spent the day stockpiling everything we had. How many cans of food, water. That sort of thing. We also needed transportation. We needed a car, and more importantly we needed fuel.

There were a few 4-wheel-drives around the street, which was fortunate for us. I wasn't going to risk anyone going out to get it, so I decided to go by myself. Fortunately Matt wasn't that stupid, and decided to come with me.

We headed to the place next door first. We took our time searching the place, fortunately there wasn't anything about. There were no keys either. There was a heap of canned food, so we grabbed some of that and stacked it by the door. We were going to pick it up on the way back.

We crossed the road, but something wasn't right. I looked around, and it was completely empty. We made it inside the next place, which was empty as well. Inside the kitchen was a large bloodstain on the floor that had long since dried.

Hanging on a hook near the door was a set of keys. Matt picked them up and waved them at me with a grin on his face.

We headed out to the car, and Matt got in. We didn't want to start it, because we had no idea where those things were, but we needed to know about the fuel. Half a tank. It was ok, but nowhere near what we needed.

Before heading back we stopped off at the first house and picked up the cans.

When we arrived, we told them the news. We had the keys, but needed fuel. Nikki decided he and Andrew would do that, and headed out not long after us.

They arrived a couple of hours later with several canisters, all making noise. I don't know how they got it, but they did.
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