71 days after the accident

The sound of silence had washed through the town only lonely gusts
of wind and the scent of death had survived, all else had withered.
We need to get out of here, Steve repeated for the third time
pacing impatiently in circles, Theres no food, no protection and
theyll soon be here. We cant hold them off.
Rob stared into the field from which his family should have arrived
three days ago. He wondered where they were. If they were safe.
Rob! Steves voice cut through his thoughts as a knife. We need
you now, you know we cant stay here, theres no hope of saving
this place.
I cant I need to wait for them; I need to be here for them. This is
where we said we would meet. Rob said quietly.
Steve went and continued to pack supplies into backpacks. A
slender woman whose once flowing golden which was now full of
dirt and grime put her hand on robs shoulder.
We cant stay, even if they do make it here, there wont be a place
to be safe. We can leave a message, sneak around the horde, and
rendezvous somewhere else, somewhere better safer, she
suggested to Rob.
He turned and look at her worn features I cant, I promised them Id
be here for them
God damn it man cant you see that theyre not coming! Steve
yelled as he threw the last of the supplies into the truck. If you
want to live then you need to move now, itll be dark soon.
I know, I know! Its just hard man, cant you see that.
Rob walked over picked the paint up and headed outside.
Bring the brushes. and the gun they heard through the steel
walls.
It had been 71 days after the accident.