The following set of Real Revo posts are fictional. None of this happened.
May 11th, 0025: Why does a fire siren wail? Duh. Because there is a fire. It looks like a hell of a fire too. The smoke is lit from the fire below. We are about a mile north of town and I can see the flames. It looks like at least three or four blocks going up. It isn’t hard to imagine what happened. A fire started somewhere and the volunteer fire fighters are either too sick, too scared or too dead to come out. My home town is burning. I know pretty much everyone in town. What next?
May 11th, 0832: I got up this morning and rode my bicycle toward town. I thought about driving but decided I need to save every drop of gasoline I can. That is a good call because the electric substation that serves my house is pretty much burnt down. So are about six blocks adjacent to it. It looks like something from World War II. My church is gone. So is my best friend’s house. I saw some people moving about but I didn’t get close enough to risk infection.
On the ride back a pair of crows on the shoulder caught my eye. They flew away and I saw something in the weeds near where they had been standing. It was a woman’s body. I think it was the woman from my church who was at my door the other night. It was too bloated to tell for sure.
May 11th, 1427: There have been people on the road. Sick people. People we know. Most in cars; some on foot. They are getting out of town and away from the fire. My older son, Kent, is on the front porch. When they come by and stop, he greets them and politely asks them to move on. They seem to understand and grimly move on. Of course he is holding an AR-15.
Kent grew up in this town. He went to school here. He went to church here. We all have. What is this doing to us? Are we losing our humanity? What can we do? We are helpless but still feel deep, profound guilt. I pray that God forgives us.
May 11th, 1800: It’s a beautiful day. A perfect spring day, really. Green grass, flowers, blue sky, birds singing… The kids are out in the yard with my daughter-in-law. They are swinging. It looks totally normal except the grass needs to be cut. That isn’t going to happen. Oh, and my sweet, 26 year old daughter-in-law has my Glock in her hand. That is so weird to see. It is, however, necessary. We can’t let what happened to the dog happen to one of the kids. People are just going to have to stay away.
May 11th, 1836:No bars on my cell phone. Maybe something to with the fire. Who knows?
Well, whenever we were low over the last year or two, we raided our toilet paper stock and then didn’t replenish it. It is obvious now that we are going to have to either figure out how to get more, come up with a different solution or ration like crazy. For now, ladies, you get one square for number 1.
May 11th, 2332: I spent the rest of the evening getting my smoker ready. Seeing the substation at the edge of town made it clear that our rolling blackout is permanent… at least for the foreseeable future. Keeping the freezer going permanently isn’t an option.
I have a couple of briskets and a couple of rump roasts in the freezer. We have decided to thaw them, slice them thin and smoke them. We pulled them out to thaw and replaced them in the freezer with cold water. We have been running the generator for about three hours to freeze the water. It will help keep the freezer cold without power.
I usually smoke with chunks of hickory but I buy it at the store. I don’t have hickory here. I have a huge woodpile that is all oak and elm. The oak is good for smoking. Elm isn’t. I will get up tomorrow and sort out the oak and chop it down to chunks that will work in my smoker. I will need enough to keep the smoker going for two or three days. I have made jerky before but we always kept it in the refrigerator. Now we will find out if it will stay edible without refrigeration.
May 11th, 2352: We have decided that we need someone alert and awake at all times. We can’t risk anyone coming in for any reason. My son and I going to keep watch tonight. I have first watch 1200-0300.
I don’t know what I was imagining when I was prepping. I know what I wasn’t imagining, however. I wasn’t imagining shooting someone I know just trying to survive. I hope and pray it doesn’t come to that. If it does, I will do what I have to do. We will survive this.Share