The Arrival

I awoke in a fog, literally. I peered out from the truck and could barely see John's house 15 ft away. "When did we get here?" I asked, still slumped against the truck door. Silence. I slowly turned to the driver's side and saw that John was no longer in the truck. A panic took hold of me as I wondered where he could've gone. I felt my arm and was relieve to see it had stopped bleeding although I could only move it with great effort. What a perfect time to become left-handed. I carefully climbed out of the truck and headed towards the house. I was too weak to open the heavy oaken door. "JOHN!" I yelled as I began to kick the door. The door suddenly opened and my kick, having nowhere to land, caused me to stumble forward. "Whoa," John said as he caught me. "I didn't think you'd wake up yet. I was getting a place ready for you to lie down." "When did we get here?" "About ten minutes ago. You've been out cold all day." "We just got here? What time is it?" I asked confused. We were at the gas station around midnight and John's house was no more than an hour from where John had told me we were. "It's about 3. All the main roads are blocked, cars are scattered everywhere." "Damn." I sat down on the couch and absentmindedly turned on the TV. "Satalite is down," John said. "Well what are we going to do now?" I asked. "Well we have to wait for a few days for Keith to get here. He called me last night and said he was bringing a few people. Then the phones cut out." "If it ain't one thing its another," I replied, "Do will still have food?" "Yeah, we have enough food to last about a week and we've got 2 or 3 rifles I used to hunt with." "Fantastic, they have ammo, right?" "Yeah I've got plenty of ammo. We'll be fine for a while."