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</div>Three hundred and sixty five days, that was how long it had been since the collapse of the United States, possibly more. Jack knew of that much, he had walked across the United States from Myrtle Beach, South Carolina to his present camping spot outside of Eureka, California. Weary legs carried the man, and it was here he decided to rest for more than just a few hours. The winter months had been the hardest by a large marigin, and when he knew they were coming Jack had hung around mid-Texas roaming the country side for food and water.<br/><br/>The beauty to Texas is that guns and ammunition had not been in short supply, so hunting had been easy to do by that measure, and Jack had some mild hunting experience as a kid, so while he had by no means been a perfect hunter he was able to provide enough meat for himself and a few strangers to trade with. He kept salt on hand to dry and cure meata for longer storage purposes, one of the first things he read about in a library when the power shut off. For vegetables and fruit he raided supplies from stores and abandoned houses, mostly canned goods which proved to be useful.<br/><br/>Once in a while he ran into an established village or small town. Some were friendly and some were definitely not so. Jack learned not to press his luck too much and at the same time he usually had something to offer for trade, a bullet, a gun, meat, batteries, things of value and use. Money meant nothing anymore, not while traveling anyways. He assumed that some villages might use a currency system from inside, but he had no use for that.<br/><br/>Questions as to why Jack was travelling west from Myrtle Beach were often asked, and he gave the same answer each time, survivability. Jack had travelled all over, one of the perks of being a cybersecurity consultant, much of the time to the DC area, but many other places had hired his firm as well once his reputation grew. The west coast, especially Oregon and Washington had the best moderate climates, access to river and ocean, woods for hunting and supplies, and a lack of natural disasters. California had its fair share of earthquakes and easily burnt over the summers, the south was too hot in the summer time, the southeast had too many hurricanes, the northeast, and north in general was too cold in the winter time for sustained survivability. He needed a place to grow crops, if he settled down at all, and a place where temperatures were milder in both the summer ane winter.<br/><br/>The sweet smell of ocean air filled his lungs as Jack stopped for the night. He saw what looked to be a village in the distance, maybe a quarter of a mile or so, but his supplies were lacking to barter for safe passage and supplies. He had no rifle or ammunition and the one sword he had, a cutlass, was off limits for bartering. On his body he had a black hoodie with black cargo pants and black combat boots he had found in an Army Surplus store along the way. A hiking bag on his back had a pot, water bottle, sleeping bag, and a filter light to clean water. He also had a small tarp and a metal fire starter. It didn't take long to collect some tinder and a few logs for a fire. A pit had been dug from someone else before, but had long been abandonded. Now it was time for a fire and relaxation.