about the world ending. Plus, I didn’t like thinking that way. It really messed with me. So I just decided not to worry about something I couldn’t change.
She had convinced me to let her start buying extra food, batteries, toilet paper and saving filtered water. I figured it couldn’t hurt because those were things we used anyway. She didn’t go crazy with it, but she did stock us up nice on the food supplies.
I figured we had at least 3 months of edible food in the basement if for some reason we ever needed it. Plus, it helped her to relax knowing we had at least a few months of supplies.
I never in a million years thought that we would actually have to use it to live off of. It was so hard to believe that anything really bad could happen here. I just didn’t want to believe that it could. Not in America.
Standing outside, the city was eerily quiet. I could hear the cars on the highway, which was unusual.
The smell of the plane that had crashed was drifting our direction. Burnt aviation fuel and other smells made me gag, so I decided to go inside and check on Kat.
I figured she would be in the basement or upstairs doing something, but there was no movement in the house. I heard her sniffle and found her sitting on the couch, crying.
My heart couldn’t handle her crying, so I went over and sat down next to her, pulling her under my arm and hugging her tight.
I petted her head and tried to console her. Our new reality was already setting in and it was just the first day.
“We’ll make it through this babe, I promise. It will be okay.” I said, not knowing what else I should say.
She didn’t say anything at first. I could feel her tension in her body as I tried to calm her fears as best I could.
Socks jumped up and gave her his sleepy eyed look that always melted her heart. He could sense she was stressed and would put on the lovable charm to get her mind off of things. He was a smart little guy.
She reached over and petted his head as his purrs seemed to calm her down.
“Shit.” She said. “I hope I have enough cat food to last a while.”
She turned her face to mine. I could tell she was going through all the things in her head that she wished she’d done and was now feeling guilty for not being better prepared.
“Babe, it will be okay. We will make things work. It’s starting to get dark. Let’s get all the candles we can find and put them in here on the coffee table.” I said, hoping to get her back into preparing and to stop worrying so much.
When she was busy, she was productive and it helped her to manage the emotions better.
I could feel her calming down as she wiped her tears with a tissue.
“I just…there’s just so many things I didn’t do.” She said.
“Let’s not worry about that now, there’s nothing…” I was interrupted by a loud knock on the front door. It made both of us jump.
“Who is it?” she whispered.
I put my finger up to my mouth to make the “shhh” motion as I quietly made my way to the peephole. Looking through, I breathed a sigh and opened the door.
It was Dudley. He popped in the living room and pushed the door closed behind him.
He was wearing his pistol in his holster, out in the open.
“We have a big problem!” he said.
Chapter 7 - Katherine
I stood up as Dudley came into the living room. He was normally quite charismatic. However, at the moment he seemed quite stressed.
"The police department is no longer going to be available for you." He said.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"There's too many things going on the police departments can't handle. The National Guard has been called out, but they will probably only be available for the most serious situations." He said."You guys are going to be on your own for quite some time. I just wanted to let you know in case you decided to
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