Preppers Vindicated: Part 5

The following set of Real Revo posts are fictional. None of this happened.

The story up to this point can be found here.

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.

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7 Responses to Preppers Vindicated: Part 5

  1. Frank in Texas says:

    Everyone can quit worrying the government is way ahead of you. On October 12, 2012, FEMA graduated 231 members of what it calls the FEMA Corps. These are kids ages 18-24 recruited from Obama’s Americorps volunteers and represent the first wave of DHS’s youth corps, designed specifically to create a full time standing army of FEMA youth across the country. They conjure up memories of the Hitler Youth of 1930’s Germany.

    Now we know why DHS has been ordering billions of rounds of ammunition and the weapons that go with that ammunition. That would also explain the 2,500 brand new GLS armored fighting vehicles that DHS has added to its arsenal.

    Why does the government feel it needs an army of brainwashed youth, millions of guns, billions of rounds of ammunition and thousands of armored fighting vehicles just to provide relief to the American people during a natural disaster? I think we all know what this is about and it has nothing to do with disaster relief.

    We need to get down on our knees and pray to God that we do not have to find out what this is all about. God Bless America.

  2. BrunDawg says:

    Thanks for the entertainment H.G.

    I’m going to be pissed if this ends with Sandra Fluke getting pregnant because she didn’t have access to rubbers.

  3. Rockheim says:

    I’ve got the wife reading the blog now and it’s interesting for discussion..
    Here’s yet another twist that may yet come to pass but is mentioned in this installment in 2 unrelated parts.
    Everyone at the house who is responsible is armed. Smart.
    What happens when a desperate person makes an advance on the house? Or lets make it a thug even. A looting opportunist? Remove the morality of the situation fro the mix. Your house and family are under assault.. You defend your home as you should. You now have a body.. or bodies.. which may or may not be infected.. quitely stewing in the sunshine..

    Now what?

    That’s something that has to be planned for no matter what. Even a simple breakdown of social order can cause your home to come under attack by looters and vultures.. What do you do with the bodies?

  4. Notamobster says:

    Eat em. Just make sure they reach a 165Β° internal temperature. πŸ™‚

    I’m just joking, folks. Don’t be so puritanical.

  5. RJM says:

    Imagine the moral dilemma if protagonist had been married previously and his ex-wife, the Mother of his children, shows up and is insistent that she be allowed in the home.She wants to see her children and grandchildren.

    What would the protagonist do??

    Shoot her like he did the dog?

    I know that I’m not politcally correct. I would probably relish shooting the bitch, however in front of the kids and grandkids? Bad idea!

  6. John B. says:

    Send the kids out of the room. πŸ™‚

  7. RJ says:

    Nota… πŸ™‚ spew alert….

    shove them a couple hundred yards down the road with the tractor bucket… we have some high power towers about 5 miles as the crow flys the buzzards love to roost on them, any road kill in 10 miles is gone in less than 24 hrs.