Day One: What Now

Twenty-Four hours after the world was destroyed by nuclear fire, The Overlord and the Lots Crew began building a sea base out of the boats and planes they had. Other Floridians had joined them out on the open ocean, hoping to survive as well.

"Any word from the G?" asked Bubba

"No, all comms are still dead. Thanks to the fishermen we saved, we have power back to be able to get lights and showers working. With the fish they brought with them, we have plenty of food for the next few months."

"Pat, do you the he..."

"Don't say it Bubba, we already lost too much to this damn New World Order, if anyone could survive, it would be him."

The Overlord walked out onto the deck of the yacht they'd grabbed before heading out to open ocean. The ocean was calm today and his crew had been given tasks to help keep things stable.

"Overlord, we've managed to fix a few more of the boat motors and one of the PBY's engines, but without more tools, we're struggling."

"Ask our fisher friends if you can borrow some tools, after all, we're all in this together."

Heading back inside, the Key Counsel had disbanded, and the Overlord had been made the single voice of the Lots Crew. He'd been charting their drift course making sure they we're headed for land; about each hour they'd drift about half a nautical mile south and on their current course they eventually find islands.

"Sir, we've managed to locate a beached frigate, seems like the bombs stranded it on something out there.

"How far?"

"About 2.3 miles to the south of us."

"Good, we'll reach it by noon, have the others prepare an away vessel to check it out."

When noon hit, the frigate was boarded by the away team lead by Bubba. They opened up every single shipping container aboard finding food and plenty of recourses to utilize.

"Bubba! We found something."

Inside the bridge, the crew found that the frigate's crew had committed suicide to escape the doom approaching them and the ship had run aground on the sandbar unable to move as no one was alive to fix it.

"Jesus, radio Overlord, tell him we can use this boat."

Within the hour, Planes and boats were being lifted out of the water and locked in place onboard the now freed frigate.

"This boat needs a name, whatcha thinking Overlord?"

"Fuck the..." Pat looks over the side of the frigate at the name Bellstan. "Yea, fuck the Bellstan, this is now the Lots Marauder."

"Lots Marauder, sounds good G, I'll put some of us on the task of painting the name on her."

"Good, and I'll set a course away from land or sandbars."

The crew got to work making their new ship their home.