View Part 2 of Rural Route.
View Part 2 of Rural Route.
I was so happy to make it to my grandparents’ old farmhouse. The electricity worked on solar panels and a windmill, and the water was stored in a large container from months of collected rain. The shower felt amazing, and after changing into some of my grandma’s old clothes, I fell asleep.
Her clothes fit surprisingly well, and I put on a flannel shirt and a pair of her jeans the next day. I was able to collect food from a mix of some cans left behind, a few crops that had grown wild, and a few edible native plants as well. I knew now it was just a matter of waiting. Not many people came by the farm, but someone would sooner or later. It may end up just being the mailman, but I could ask him to drive me into town or even just call someone to pick me up. It was bound to happen any day now.
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