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I figured we’d make it. Ration it. Use it only for drinking and cooking. My wife

even took to washing clothes with vinegar and greywater.

We were adjusting. Tightening the belt.

Then Came The Night

Everything Changed

It was 2:14 A .M.

I remember because I looked at the clock before grabbing my boots.

I’d heard metal outside… Like the clank of a gas can being dropped.

I slipped on jeans, grabbed my rifle, and stepped out onto the porch.

It was pitch black except for the motion light above the coop.

That’s when I saw them.

Two men.

One on lookout. The other loading our blue 15-gallon barrels into the back of a

black Ram.

They must’ve brought a dolly or something. But they weren’t rushing.

They were calm. Focused. Like they’d done it before.

I froze.

My first instinct was to yell. But before I could say a word, the one loading the

barrel looked up at me and said, real calm:

“Sorry, Pal… We’re

Taking Your Water”

And then… I felt something slam into

the back of my head like a sledge.

A white flash.