OPERATION SURVIVE

[brave hatch]

Day One

My name is Johnathan William Smith—former Navy SEAL operative, now a deputy with the Erie County Sheriff’s Office. On my days off, I track wildlife and hunt deer, but none of that compares to what I’ve seen today.

I’m writing this because I need to make sense of what’s happening. I’m confused… terrified, if I’m being honest. People are eating each other—tearing each other apart. Others are killing without hesitation. And the worst part? The dead are getting back up… walking among the living.

While I was running for my life, I came across an abandoned farmhouse surrounded by cornfields. Looks like no one’s been here in a long time. I’m going to hole up inside for the night and barricade the place as best as I can.

Maybe—just maybe—I can wait this out until the Army arrives.

While scavenging the house, I stumbled across a massive stroke of luck. In one of the back rooms, hidden beneath a dusty tarp, I found an M403 rifle fitted with an ATACR scope and rail. Next to it was a Hunter Mission MXB crossbow topped with a Sig Sauer scope, a .357 Chiappa Rhino revolver, and a sawed-off DTI double-barrel shotgun. Whoever lived here clearly believed in being prepared.

The gear didn’t stop there. I found military-issue pauldrons, elbow guards, shin guards, and thigh guards—a full set of makeshift protection. Even scored some clean clothes that actually fit.

All I can say is: thank God for rednecks and their love of stockpiling weapons.

I wasted no time and started reading every book I could find, hoping to learn something useful. So far, I’ve only come across books on how to build a basement or how to roll a blunt—nothing that’ll help me survive out here.

The only truly useful one was a manual on building a solar panel, which should come in handy once the power finally goes out. I also found a book on constructing a sentry turret, but unfortunately I don’t have the skills—or the materials—to put that knowledge to use just yet.

Day Two

I spent most of the day gathering wood and whatever scrap I could find to barricade the place. It’s slow work—slower than I expected. Took me nearly the whole day just to cover a few windows and reinforce a couple of doorways. Every swing of the hammer echoed through the empty fields, and each time I had to stop and listen, just in case something heard me.

Still, the farmhouse feels a little safer now. Not safe… but safer. Enough that I might actually get some sleep tonight. If I can keep fortifying this place, it might turn into a real shelter instead of just a temporary hideout.

One day at a time. That’s all I can do.

[cinder lance]

Cornball

[brave hatch]

hey i like roleplaying as a survivor XD i cant help it.

[wicked wyvern]

Ts fire🔥

[brave hatch]

thanks man im in day 6th now i drove all the way from eerie county to muldrough making base on a warehouse..plenty of parking space, near gas station and other warehouses and a garden lot for planting and the boxes is full of seeds and maetrials too.