When the first earthquakes hit there were massive amounts of looting. Large cities like New York and Los Angeles were completely destroyed. Skyscrapers fell and destroyed smaller buildings with them. Most of the cities populations were killed. Any survivors looted and burned buildings that were left standing. The aftershocks destroyed more of the buildings and triggered large volcanos, destroying almost half of the country. The eastern half of the country faired slightly better. If you lived in a rural area it wasn't as bad. Buildings were still heavily damaged, but there were not as many deaths because of it. A large portion of the east coast was destroyed by tidal waves.
Thankfully I was at home, almost 2000 feet above sea level. Of course we felt the earthquakes, they destroyed most of the town, but I had time to get what I needed and leave. I didn't know how devestating the earthquakes were until I turned on the radio. Whole countries were under water. I knew I had to leave and get into an open area before the aftershocks hit. I packed my things into the car, got as much gas as I could find, and got my dog and I drove to the nearest field to wait out the aftershocks. I made it to a nearby cornfield and hid the car within the cornstalks. It was time to wait. I sat on the roof of the car just listening to the radio and hearing about all the destruction. I decided to set up my camp in the field. By the time that I finished setting up, the aftershocks had started. I got what little sleep I could between quakes and by the morning they had stopped.
That morning I cooked some of the corn from the fields and drove on. I wanted to find a gas station to stock up on gas and food. Some were looted, but I found one that was relatively untouched. I got as much gas as I could carry and then went inside to find food. All of the shelves were knocked over and food was everywhere. I picked up any food that was still in relativly good condition for me and found two bags of dog food. For my second day I just drove. I wanted to find a place to go. That night I slept in the car on the side of the highway.
The next morning I was listening to the radio when I heard someone calling for anyone else saying that they had gotten a small camp together of about 11 people and were looking for more. I decided that I wouldn't go with them because it might be easier for me to go alone. I knew that if I was with a large group a lot could go wrong. I decided that I would keep driving until I found something worth stopping for.