. I thought some brain work would be cause for good debate/conversation. try and be honest with yourself on some of these.
Your a prepper. You have your nice 8x8 closet racked with steel shelf's, full of can goods, and ramen. An event happens that knocks down most if not all infrastructure in your AO. It is day 15. Your can goods are dwindling, you didnt figure that between you and your wife , you'd go through almost 100 cans already. One day, near dusk, you hear a knocking at the door over the hum over your honda 2000 genny . You grab your Mosin and peek out the side of the barricaded window. You see a young child, around 12. Your wife , recognizes it as Dr.Smiths youngest daughter "patty". Your wife yells at her, from behind the second window
" Are you ok...patty..." ahh honey she looks like death warmed over....we should let her in...
Patty goes into a sob, is mumbling something about a fire,,and bad men.....please help...
Your on the fence about letting her in, the wife is trying to open the door...you cant see most of your front yard from your vantage point and its getting dark already........
Your at the BOL. Its been quite now for 2 months. The first weeks were kinda crazy. It was cowboys and Indians trying to bug out and get in place. Luckily, your teammates arrived in short order and tommy was already in place, keeping the place sustainable pre event. But none the less, it hasnt been the mad max type world everyone had figure the PAW would be.Not one major issue or shot fired so far. None the less every one still pulls a guard shift at night and early AM, or when folks are out in the fields working. Its 6am...you had forgot how cold it could be in Feb in south idaho, You reach in grab the sleeping bag from the LP/OP box and settle in for the last 1.5 hours of your shift....Your used to seeing a deer or wild dog, lurk around the fence line, trying for a ear of corn, or one of the free range chickens . Just as the sun was breaking the tree line, and the fog starting thicken..you notice two dark shapes...at 1st you think its your eyes playing tricks on you as you blow hot air into your hands...maybe its a deer.....but one of them just crawled under the fence ,,and the other one is now kneeling....its plain as day what they are and he's covering the other guy............
Its day 45 of your bug out. Luckily, you pre cached some supplies along this route. Your wife is with you,hardley. 12 miles back, she started limping. You removed her boots to see she has some major blisters she didnt tell you about and is wearing those stupid cotton socks she always said felt comfy.
She's got hamburger toes, and now it hurts her to even stand. You decided to lay up. You know it could be 1-2 days before they heal enough for her to walk, and with how dirty everything is , makes for a good infection recipe. You know your caches were set up to cover 20 miles a day to keep you time to get to your in laws 300 acre dairy farm in tofaraway county, idaho. You know at the rate youve gone today alone your 2 days behind what your supplies can handle. You've both lost a ton of weight, and you get tired so much easier than when you 1st started after the "collapse" . While treating your wifes feet, you hear a noise you hadnt heard in along time.....you grab your binoculars from your BOB and make out the shape of a old truck. It looks like only one driver.....
you look down at your wife...she's skin and bones. you havent seen her that thin since highschool in 88' , her face is dirty and streaked with dried tears and she just stares through you as you try and smile at her..you know its gonna be a long and even harder trip.......the truck is coming closer ....
Day 12 of quarantine-
Your 6 yr old started with the "cough". This was your biggest fear...and your wife's.
Things were great before the "ick" came. There was the weekend block parties at the neighbors. Those were great,always a theme and on a rotation. To think, you hosted the last one as a "zombie ball" . You've always felt safe here, with the amount of doctors as neighbors,the to high ranking LEO's a block over to even the retired marine major, 3 doors down that insisted on every 4th of july to shoot off his small blackpowder cannon . But now, this,,sickness, one you cant see or touch is taking them all away one by one, Your wife already had a break down, your stressed as your water stocks are almost gone, and the pantry is almost empty.
Your neighbor Dr. Johnson , has not radioed over the frs/grms you tossed over to him, in 3 days.....it was a great idea, as major already had radio's.....but now just static......Dr.J as everyone called him, always had those free medicine samples to help out everyone. With the new health care reform, he did what he could to help people, he wasnt a DR. for the money and it showed in how he cared for any of the kids in the neighborhood .......
You noticed, your wife looking pale and shivering on day 13...her cough you thought was from smoking all those years............
enjoy :p
Your a prepper. You have your nice 8x8 closet racked with steel shelf's, full of can goods, and ramen. An event happens that knocks down most if not all infrastructure in your AO. It is day 15. Your can goods are dwindling, you didnt figure that between you and your wife , you'd go through almost 100 cans already. One day, near dusk, you hear a knocking at the door over the hum over your honda 2000 genny . You grab your Mosin and peek out the side of the barricaded window. You see a young child, around 12. Your wife , recognizes it as Dr.Smiths youngest daughter "patty". Your wife yells at her, from behind the second window
" Are you ok...patty..." ahh honey she looks like death warmed over....we should let her in...
Patty goes into a sob, is mumbling something about a fire,,and bad men.....please help...
Your on the fence about letting her in, the wife is trying to open the door...you cant see most of your front yard from your vantage point and its getting dark already........
Your at the BOL. Its been quite now for 2 months. The first weeks were kinda crazy. It was cowboys and Indians trying to bug out and get in place. Luckily, your teammates arrived in short order and tommy was already in place, keeping the place sustainable pre event. But none the less, it hasnt been the mad max type world everyone had figure the PAW would be.Not one major issue or shot fired so far. None the less every one still pulls a guard shift at night and early AM, or when folks are out in the fields working. Its 6am...you had forgot how cold it could be in Feb in south idaho, You reach in grab the sleeping bag from the LP/OP box and settle in for the last 1.5 hours of your shift....Your used to seeing a deer or wild dog, lurk around the fence line, trying for a ear of corn, or one of the free range chickens . Just as the sun was breaking the tree line, and the fog starting thicken..you notice two dark shapes...at 1st you think its your eyes playing tricks on you as you blow hot air into your hands...maybe its a deer.....but one of them just crawled under the fence ,,and the other one is now kneeling....its plain as day what they are and he's covering the other guy............
Its day 45 of your bug out. Luckily, you pre cached some supplies along this route. Your wife is with you,hardley. 12 miles back, she started limping. You removed her boots to see she has some major blisters she didnt tell you about and is wearing those stupid cotton socks she always said felt comfy.
She's got hamburger toes, and now it hurts her to even stand. You decided to lay up. You know it could be 1-2 days before they heal enough for her to walk, and with how dirty everything is , makes for a good infection recipe. You know your caches were set up to cover 20 miles a day to keep you time to get to your in laws 300 acre dairy farm in tofaraway county, idaho. You know at the rate youve gone today alone your 2 days behind what your supplies can handle. You've both lost a ton of weight, and you get tired so much easier than when you 1st started after the "collapse" . While treating your wifes feet, you hear a noise you hadnt heard in along time.....you grab your binoculars from your BOB and make out the shape of a old truck. It looks like only one driver.....
you look down at your wife...she's skin and bones. you havent seen her that thin since highschool in 88' , her face is dirty and streaked with dried tears and she just stares through you as you try and smile at her..you know its gonna be a long and even harder trip.......the truck is coming closer ....
Day 12 of quarantine-
Your 6 yr old started with the "cough". This was your biggest fear...and your wife's.
Things were great before the "ick" came. There was the weekend block parties at the neighbors. Those were great,always a theme and on a rotation. To think, you hosted the last one as a "zombie ball" . You've always felt safe here, with the amount of doctors as neighbors,the to high ranking LEO's a block over to even the retired marine major, 3 doors down that insisted on every 4th of july to shoot off his small blackpowder cannon . But now, this,,sickness, one you cant see or touch is taking them all away one by one, Your wife already had a break down, your stressed as your water stocks are almost gone, and the pantry is almost empty.
Your neighbor Dr. Johnson , has not radioed over the frs/grms you tossed over to him, in 3 days.....it was a great idea, as major already had radio's.....but now just static......Dr.J as everyone called him, always had those free medicine samples to help out everyone. With the new health care reform, he did what he could to help people, he wasnt a DR. for the money and it showed in how he cared for any of the kids in the neighborhood .......
You noticed, your wife looking pale and shivering on day 13...her cough you thought was from smoking all those years............
enjoy :p
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