Text Adventure - Survival Beard.

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Time for a new text adventure!

This is the first NEW text adventure that isn't a re-write from the old community! I decided to do another story with @thebeardflex as a main character. [Hello restraining order]. Recommended for adults only [gore allowed]. The entrees should be in third person and past tense.

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The day the government officially shut down.

Beard hurried into his garage. His small house was full of survival tools, but he needed to pack them all up quickly. Luckily, his pickup truck was parked inside. He quickly threw all the food from the fridge and pantries into the back of the pickup, including several boxes of cold pepperoni pizza. He ran into his room and walked into the closet. There were several guns locked behind a case and a small safe on the ground. He spun the wheel. 6-9-4-20. The safe unlocked and he took out a small satchel with golden coins that clanked and jingled as he ran back down the stairs.

Beard's thoughts were racing quickly. I need more weapons for when the bullets run out he thought to himself. He grabbed a wooden baseball bat from the corner of the room and started to quickly hammer long nails through the base of the bat.

Lastly, Beard grabbed his camping backpack and loaded it to the brim with water bottles.

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He threw the backpack and the bat with the nails on the passenger seat. He glanced quickly at the shelves in the garage. He felt like he was forgetting something, but he knew now was not the time to linger.
He put the truck in gear and opened the gate. The light blinded him for a few moments. Then he saw the sky, the same clear sky he had seen so many times. He clung to one thought: some things will never change. You may be being chased by a zombie, you may be about to be charred by an alien ray, a serial killer may be staring at you, or you may be about to be rammed by a rhino on the African savannah, but you can always look up at the sky and think you're at home.
He heard a gunshot and then screams. Fuck the sky. This isn't poetry, Beard, he thought. He got in the pickup truck and started up. He took the street and accelerated as fast as he could.
What he saw then wasn't exactly what he expected.

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Then he remembered, he had a new starter kit to make his own bullets. It was to be the next skill he would learn - maybe he could use it, when things settled down a little. He raced to the coffee table, and grabbed the unopened package.

Then he made his way to the garage, and jumped in the truck. Beard said a silent farewell to his comfortable life, perhaps forever.

Three hours later, he parked the truck as far back in the woods as it would go. Beard siphoned the gas into a gas can, which would go with him to his camp.

Leaving it and the heaviest items cached a short distance from the truck, he loaded the essentials and lighter gear, then set off to locate a good campsite. Ideally it wouldn't be too close to the truck, which could draw attention if anyone found it.

As the sun began to dip low, Beard decided to climb a large hill, to enjoy the sunset in his new home. It would be a good place to spot possible campsites anyway, he reasoned.

Close to the top, he found what had to have been a bear den. Being late spring, it had been empty for some time. Beard quickly dug out the entrance to enlarge it a little, and left his supplies inside.

He made several trips to the truck, and managed to haul everything to his new home before dark. Unable to sleep, he got a shovel and expanded the inside of his new home. To the side, he dug a long narrow tunnel, just big enough to crawl through. About fifteen feet long, it didn't quite lead to the outside world. Nobody could accidentally punch through while hiking either. But it could easily be dug out by hand from the inside.

Back in the main chamber of the den, he hid the gas can and most of the supplies in the small tunnel, and then hid the entrance to the long, narrow tunnel with dirt. Everything not on him would go in there whenever he left.

The den, already almost invisible, would appear to be just a bear den. Perhaps after he was more confident of his privacy he would make other side chambers for living in, he thought. Too risky for now though.

Just as he was thinking about that, he heard a helicopter, and was thankful that he was so well hidden... He curled up in his fifty below sleeping bag, and slept like a log.

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