No more gas. No more oil. It didn’t trickle to a stop, it just stopped. Some folks went apeshit. Some folks went to the mountains. But most tried to keep doing as they’ve always done. Hoping beyond hope that more oil will be found and nothing has to change.
I stuck around for a few days to gather supplies and weapons, then my daughter & I got the hell out of Dodge.
Met up with a friend & her 3 kids. Began making our way to Kentucky.
~scene changes~
Near sunset. On a beach. Ruins of civilization surround me. At a nearby fire, a dark robed man is roasting crab. He hands me some while explaining before the crash he fancied himself a coven leader. He understands now he knows jack shit. All he kept of his former self was the robe and jewelry. The robe is warm at night. The jewelry scares off the gullible.
He cracks open a crab and sets it before me. “But now you’re here. You and your daughter. A different way is crossing the globe, eh? You think mankind can rise again?”
I share my crab with my daughter. “I don’t know. It’s a different way, but it’s the same way it’s always been. Maybe this time, mankind will pay attention instead of going his own way.”
He snorts. “We’re fucked, in other words.”
“Basically.” We both laugh.
“Eat what you want. I have safe shelter for you two later.” We feast on crab and fish. As the sun sets, the dream ends.