5/2 - 5/3
I'm with a small group of people amongst a large pile of rubble. I'm slightly lucid, but for some reason there was this huge sense of survival I had with the people I was with. I know all these people IWL. We're searching for supplies, something big has happened. We end up inside someone's house. While the 3 other people I was with searched for weapons/ammo, I find a first aid bag that could easily hold down our group for a few months. I then look in the garage, and I find small tanks of propane which would serve us in several ways. I remember G telling me we ran out of propane several days ago. There is a sense of hurry, that we must leave soon. We find some flashlights and canned food for a couple of days, and decide we have what we need. We grab our gear and start heading towards the door. I was the last one out, and right as I walk through the door, I wake up.





