Carlos Guerra

A convoy of three SUV's flew down a quiet road at full speed. Jack, riding shotgun in the second vehicle, was having some trouble trying to resist the urge to check his watch.

Things are bad right now... I'm not sure how else to deal with it besides writing. It's like I've been beating my head against the wall trying to figure everything out and with no result. I miss my little girl, so much; I never imagined I could miss anybody like I do her in my entire life. The scariest part should be that I have no idea when I'll see her again. But It's not... the scariest part is I'm not even sure I deserve to any more. After Greta left, I became so self destructive I don't recognize myself anymore. Now I wonder if I will ever get back to who I used to be. Should I do that in the first place? Or should I be trying to use this tribulation as an opportunity to evolve into something new? The bigger question is can I? Or will I let this darkness consume me? I can hear the calling, the urge to just quit and leave this entire world behind. Anything to ease the pain of having literally lost everything I really care about. If it were not for that little girl who calls me Dada, I probably would succumb to such a selfish desire. It's because of her that I refuse to give in to those demons. Even though I can feel them clawing at me on a constant basis.

A white-tailed deer drinks water from a pond in the middle of the forest. Suddenly, she snaps her head up, the silence that usually fills her home is broken by a strange humming sound. It spooks her, she dashes away from the pond and across a road home free to the other side. In the distance, a white van comes driving up the road. After about half a mile the van begins to slow down, coming to a stop. The driver cuts off the engine and the double doors in the back of the van swing open. A young woman emerges from inside; looking around, she takes a deep breath and hops out into the street. She then continues to scan the perimeter while walking up the road. Behind her, a large man exits the van from the passenger side, he grabs something out of the glove box and puts it over his head. The girl turns around to face her associate, who was adjusting the mask he had just put on. "This is it Henry, it's perfect," she said, clapping her hands together.

We are going on two years now since you made the decision to begin this journey. The road has been filled with both success and rejection, it's honestly surprising that you've stuck with it this long. Although, since you have, I thought it would be a good idea to remind you why your in this fight. There have been tons of letters written since this thing began... To your family, to your children, to humanity... Now I am writing this letter for you. I don't care if not a single person reads this besides you because your the only one it was made for. Everyone else is not my concern, they have people watching out for them; I'm here to watch out for you.

Money... a word that coincides with freedom this day in age. In order to prevent yourself from becoming one of the homeless, your going to need some kind of income, in America especially. Without a dollar in your pocket, it can be hard to survive in the real world. Although what would happen if humanity was faced with some massive catastrophic event? One big enough to cripple our society... What if every government across the globe collapsed and paper currency became worthless? Surely we would need some form of method to buy and sell valuable merchandise. That is exactly what we will be discussing in today's article; how can we replace paper currency, so that we might maintain some kind of structure within society after the next world-wide cataclysm.

June 7th, 2020, 6:40 a.m.