might look like this time, each of them seeking what their lists required. Some of the things from the grocery store were, baking supplies of all kinds, Gatorade and other drinks, beans, peanut butter, oatmeal, Powerbars, and Ensure drinks.
The ones who went to Walmart, got more medical supplies, alcohol, peroxide and what was left of the ammo. They also hit the sporting goods section and found fishing things; fishing line, tackle and lures. Finding camping equipment as well as hats, mittens and gloves, lots of socks, and various sizes of thermal underwear.
Toni found totes and began to put everything in them, she was very good at organizing. No one even thought about their uses other than storage until she began pointing out they could be used to catch rain water and other things, which then made them think of hardware.
Gathering up a few five gallon buckets, and various nails and screws as well as zip ties and two car batteries. Finally spotting some cans of black spray paint on the way up to the register, there were twelve of them in all.
When each shopping party had exhausted the cash they were allotted they headed home. Tawny, Sam and Jeremy had scored a thousand rounds of nine millimeter rounds and five thousand rounds of various twelve gauge shells. There were no gas masks or anything like that to be had, but they already had on hand the N95 masks.
Jeremy was thrilled as he walked in the door, holding his new and much coveted 1944 Mosin Nagant. He regaled the group with this treasure saying,
“Check out this baby, it’s got the archangel stock with a Barska 10-40 x 50mm scope. It is waterproof and fog proof, look at this is easily adjusted. I am going outside to test this thing out, any takers?”
Dez laughed, saying, “Jeremy, we don’t have any 762 x 54 ammo.”
Jeremy promptly stepped out the door, grabbing four full ammo boxes before coming back in and said,
“Yes, we do.” They all laughed and enjoyed Jeremy’s excitement.
After setting everything aside for the evening everyone took a place at the table. Dez and Matt had prepared a very well deserved boiled dinner for everyone while they were gone.
Looking around the table, it seemed to everyone that they all knew something was coming. Each in their own thoughts, no-one really knowing what the future held.
Chapter 8
“Others Near and Far”
“Call it a clan, call it a network, call it a tribe, call it a family: whatever you call it, whoever you are, you need one.”
- Jane Howard
September 20 th
The aroma of fresh coffee filled the air while the news was reporting rioting and looting in almost every major city, it began almost immediately. Once people realized the banks would not be opening, they instinctively began to panic, they realized they would not be able to access their money. The recipients of public assistance could not access their funds or food stamps, and people learned quickly that if your funds were not in cash you were not going to get anything.
Some of the first places to start losing control were Detroit, LA, and New York City. The National Guard was sent to some of the worst cites and Martial Law had already been declared in most major cities.
All of these things were to be expected, but when the local news reported looting in Lexington the volume of the chatter in the room rose and the talk was about fears it might come to their small town as well.
Matt was really starting to worry about his family in the north, he tried several times to contact them, but the phones were not able to get through. He just kept getting the same message,
“All circuits are busy, please try your call again later.”
He tried a few times each day, and asked the others to do so as well. He wrote down the numbers and put them on the counter so that anytime anyone thought of it they could call one of them.
This morning while going through the
The ones who went to Walmart, got more medical supplies, alcohol, peroxide and what was left of the ammo. They also hit the sporting goods section and found fishing things; fishing line, tackle and lures. Finding camping equipment as well as hats, mittens and gloves, lots of socks, and various sizes of thermal underwear.
Toni found totes and began to put everything in them, she was very good at organizing. No one even thought about their uses other than storage until she began pointing out they could be used to catch rain water and other things, which then made them think of hardware.
Gathering up a few five gallon buckets, and various nails and screws as well as zip ties and two car batteries. Finally spotting some cans of black spray paint on the way up to the register, there were twelve of them in all.
When each shopping party had exhausted the cash they were allotted they headed home. Tawny, Sam and Jeremy had scored a thousand rounds of nine millimeter rounds and five thousand rounds of various twelve gauge shells. There were no gas masks or anything like that to be had, but they already had on hand the N95 masks.
Jeremy was thrilled as he walked in the door, holding his new and much coveted 1944 Mosin Nagant. He regaled the group with this treasure saying,
“Check out this baby, it’s got the archangel stock with a Barska 10-40 x 50mm scope. It is waterproof and fog proof, look at this is easily adjusted. I am going outside to test this thing out, any takers?”
Dez laughed, saying, “Jeremy, we don’t have any 762 x 54 ammo.”
Jeremy promptly stepped out the door, grabbing four full ammo boxes before coming back in and said,
“Yes, we do.” They all laughed and enjoyed Jeremy’s excitement.
After setting everything aside for the evening everyone took a place at the table. Dez and Matt had prepared a very well deserved boiled dinner for everyone while they were gone.
Looking around the table, it seemed to everyone that they all knew something was coming. Each in their own thoughts, no-one really knowing what the future held.
Chapter 8
“Others Near and Far”
“Call it a clan, call it a network, call it a tribe, call it a family: whatever you call it, whoever you are, you need one.”
- Jane Howard
September 20 th
The aroma of fresh coffee filled the air while the news was reporting rioting and looting in almost every major city, it began almost immediately. Once people realized the banks would not be opening, they instinctively began to panic, they realized they would not be able to access their money. The recipients of public assistance could not access their funds or food stamps, and people learned quickly that if your funds were not in cash you were not going to get anything.
Some of the first places to start losing control were Detroit, LA, and New York City. The National Guard was sent to some of the worst cites and Martial Law had already been declared in most major cities.
All of these things were to be expected, but when the local news reported looting in Lexington the volume of the chatter in the room rose and the talk was about fears it might come to their small town as well.
Matt was really starting to worry about his family in the north, he tried several times to contact them, but the phones were not able to get through. He just kept getting the same message,
“All circuits are busy, please try your call again later.”
He tried a few times each day, and asked the others to do so as well. He wrote down the numbers and put them on the counter so that anytime anyone thought of it they could call one of them.
This morning while going through the
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