I was a camper before shit hit the fan. I loved camping. Man i felt free when i was in the woods, nowadays i feel empty. I already knew how to cook and build some basic bushcraft shelters so i tought i wouldnt have hard time adjusting for the hard stuff, it was still hard. I was at the woods when the hell began, i was camping for 5 days. Everything was flat after that, I returned but didnt return. Its like my life ended at that site. The city was mostly empty, some looters and dead people everywhere. Man, bodies were every fucking where and the smell, that smell was the worst. those scenes still give me nightmares, maybe thats why i dont like being near the cities and stay in the woods.