Weekend Freewrite 12/30/2017

Part 1 - The First Sentence: Michael sat down in the middle of the road and began to cry.

It had been five years and his supplies were almost exhausted, he would now be forced to venture out into the world and face his destiny, and at last, discover what had become of the world that he had once known. He had always been a loner, so it had been easy for him to build his shelter ten feet below the surface of the earth over the top of a well that he had drilled himself by hand. He had put back the five years of supplies that he would need and then installed battery power cells to provide light. The cells would be recharged using solar cells that he could deploy and detract using hand cranks, and he determined when it was safe to deploy using remote weather sensors that fed the information into his data center. He could also recharge them using his stationary bike, which could also operate his ventilation system and his water pump. This, along with a few dumbells and weight belts is how he had kept his strength up while living down below. He had also included vitamins and supplements in his supplies, including massive doses of vitamins D & C, but he knew that he needed sunshine soon. Now was the time, now he must venture out or die in this hole, this prison that he had built for himself.

Once outside he was surprised to find his distant vision very blurred and stationary objects appeared to be moving, he became nauseated. So keeping his head down watching his feet he moved off in the direction of the nearest road. For the two-mile walk, his head was filled with thoughts of what he might find. There had been nothing on his emergency radio after the first two months, so other than some recorded music and the few videos that he had taken into the shelter with him he had not heard a living humans voice for almost five years! Finding the road he painfully gazed in each direction, nausea almost overwhelmed him and even with the exercises, he was exhausted with the effort of the walk. Michael sat down in the middle of the road and began to cry. He had always thought of himself as a loner, he just didn't want or need other people in his life. But now he yearned with deep wretching emotion for the sound of a voice, the touch of another human's hand, anything but another day alone. The grief of five years of isolation was suddenly and violently pouring out of him and onto that lonely blacktop.
To be Continued...
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Disclaimer: I often use the freewrite prompt to tell a story instead of doing a pure freewrite, so they sometimes take longer than 5 minutes and usually have some editing. But I try to do my story straight through at one sitting without any unnecessary breaks.
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