Surviving the Apocalypse with my son

Calm before a storm

Early the next morning, I woke up to find Oliver senior and Mark had gone out to get gas supply from the neighboring ranch.

“Good morning Oliver?” I walked outside the parlor and saw Oliver working on a few wooden sharp weapons

“ Good morning Emma. How was your night?” he asked standing straight and dusting his clothes. He seemed tired and sweaty.

“ I slept like a baby.” I answered him crouching down to look at the long and short wooden weapons on the ground

“ Nice.” I admired the work of his hands. They were light but firm to hold in your hand. I stood up picking one long and swung it imagining fighting the dead

“ Its great. Its light and easy to use. You are great.” I said picking a short and trying the same.

“ Where is Mark and your dad. Have not seen them.” I asked curiously looking around further swinging the short wooden weapon unconsciously

“ They hav