Snippet #2496274

The days had started growing colder, as a sure sign that winter was starting in Utah. Jason was out, and about looking for resources like he usually does in the wee hours of the morning. He was bundled in a heavier brown coat, and had his large ax strapped to his back. Jason had spent his entire life in the State, minus the 6 year term he spent in the Air Force. He was a Red Horse vertical structural engineer, and helped to build the tent city that had formed just up into Ogden canyon. The place was like a fortress, with the entrance just up 12th Street in Ogden. The center of the canyon had been setup like a large funnel, and huge gates about 15 feet tall were operated by a pulley system, and a few motors that were salvaged out of some cars. Jason had a fishing pole in his hands, and was heading down the river next to the now abandoned dinosaur park. He was only a couple miles from the gate, to the tent city. He had a few family members that had survived the initial wave of what everyone was calling walkers. It had been some time, but the man was hurting on the inside greatly. He lost a lot in the initial flood of walkers, and was only able to do what he could. He felt like a failure deep down, but his optimism kept him going. He was a pretty up beat person that tried to see things on the positive. J