Day 42

Today held something I didn't look forward to. You may remember that we only drink from bottled water. We had two bottles as of this morning. They lasted longer with aid of the house having a stockpile.
Ultimately we will stop, of course provided that we see others drink tap water and live for quite a while. It's not an ideal situation to get into; a reliance on a specific good. We may as well be drug users in respect to it.

So in the morning I informed Sam of the situation and gave her the rifle. We turned the walkies on and I left the house. She relocked the door and armed the alarm but I had a spare key to ensure I could get back in.

I had already been thinking about the whole issue but still wasn't totally sure which way would be the best way to approach it. Houses or corner shop.

From the house the shop was a 5minute run. That meant being away from the house for a minimum really of 30minutes. Houses were everywhere but there was no guarantee that there would be a big enough supply to last us. I decided quickly that the shop was the best idea. So I prepared for my leg's complaints and ran.

Soon enough I stopped by the shop. Uninterrupted by Rani or people before then I got the driver of the golf clubs (which I had chosen as today's weapon). I slowly made my way inside the shop. It had already been ransacked, but that was to be expected. Probably even happened on Day 1. I made my way to check fully the drinks cabinet. I sighed. It wasn't ideal still, but I pulled all the Oasis bottles down very nearly completely filling my bag. I looked around on the floor and the shelving. Success! Lucozade. Haven't really spoken about it except for near the beginning of my blogging. Basically it's useful for keeping energy levels up. Yes you will experience a low when the sugar dissipates but by then if you aren't in a safe place you'll be running on reserves anyway.

I took a quick look around for anything else that would be useful. I ended up grabbing a box of crackers.

Explanation of my searching methods: I've found looking for one thing at a time is better. Even if you find something else useful try to ignore it until you find what you were looking for. I have to do this or I just get distracted.

Using the walkie I signalled I was on my way back. As I left Rani were appearing down the streets so I made myself scarce taking a different route back. As I did I saw the Dodge. Dead in the road. Blood marks all over. Doors open. As I rounded to the front I realised it had crashed into the wall at quite some speed. The driver it seems had smashed through the wind-shield and into a wall. Not nice. His passenger had climbed out (with the trail of blood as my indicator). I moved closer, aware this was dangerous. The driver had bite marks on his right side. The passenger side. Seems their destructive nature turned on them. But still I felt sorry for this man, he obviously didn't die well. I worry he didn't die instantly from hitting the wall either.

I checked more over. A pistol, I hoped. No such luck on him, not even a radio I could use, I did find that suspect but maybe another team member had it, who was to say all people had a radio with them. Just an empty holster. I then moved to the Dodge. Checking around the drivers cabin I saw it. A pistol, the top piece was cocked back so I guess that meant it was empty (from all the films etc.) I reached in and grabbed it. I was still anxious to move on, but this could be a goldmine. I checked the glove box. One clip. I emptied the crackers from the box so they were loose in the bag. I put the pistol and clip in as their replacements.

Moving to the boot section I stepped on the wheel. A couple of bundles of cloth lay there so I opened one up. Rifle clips I supposed. I emptied these too into my box. At the very least I wasn't going to let any of their friends find themselves some more ammo from wherever they got this stuff. I suppose they kept all weapons on themselves and had no spares. Unless there were other looters... Though all ammo would be gone too wouldn't it?

I finally made it back. In the end it took me 3hours from cutting through and around enough to ensure that where I stopped wasn't viewable. I signalled my entrance so she didn't shoot me and relocked things up.

I washed my new stuff and showed it to a delighted Sam. That is until I told her where I found it.

"So you reckon that shooting was them?"

"Yeah. One's definitely dead, ones definitely Rani, but I bet there were a few more than that on the truck with these [rifle] rounds on the back"

She sighed and rolled one of the rounds in her fingers. " 'Least we got some real fire-power now eh?"

"Yeah in emergencies. We got 11 or 14 rounds, haven't counted, that will decimate the Rani compared to my air rifle. We got to make the most of it."

We ate, she slept, I wrote. I'm watching the street for signs of movement, but nothing, all is good I suppose for now, but I want to get out of this area badly still.

I hope you make another day