How I Spent the Apocalypse

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had been so cold in the greenhouse before I stoked the fire up. It was getting cold quick and we were running out of time.
    “Listen up and listen up good. All indications, everything I’ve heard, all that I know from my own instruments says that it’s about to get a lot colder very quickly all over the US and Canada, so find a place and hunker down. Don’t waste a minute. You don’t have shelter? Find or start making it wherever you are and start gathering food from wherever you can. If you can’t make yourself warm in the next few hours you won’t make it through the night. Right now we have to get ready ourselves. I’ll be back in a couple of hours.”
    I fed the boys a hearty meal and then we all got dressed as warm as we could and walked outside.
    I hadn’t been outside since the storm, and I wasn’t really ready for the devastation. My trees… So many of them were just destroyed, bent and twisted, broken and uprooted. It made me sick, so I ignored it. The perimeter fence had held. It was made of concrete block laid so that there were six-inch holes every foot—sort of checkerboard style. I’d had a footing poured and I’d had a six-foot T-post stuck into the holes in the blocks every four foot and cement poured into it to the top. The blocks went to four foot and then on top of that we strung barbed wire up the T-posts every two inches so it was a six-foot fence. It had taken a crew of ten men six months to build, but it was worth it because all me and the boys had to do was dress warm, run around on the four-wheelers, and fix a couple of holes in the wire part of the fence. We also fixed the gate and I padlocked it. This was it. If anyone wanted in now they were going to have to ask for entry, crawl over or cut the fence, and they’d better not do that.
    Lucy had insisted on going with us, so we’d given her warm clothes. She’d mostly stood around right in my way and crowded me on the four-wheeler, freezing her ass off until we had finished. I made a mental note of where big trees were down. If things got really bad we might be digging them out of the snow and cutting them for fire wood later.
    At one point Billy pointed to the six sets of metal doors seemingly buried in the side of a hill that was covered in what was new grass. “What’s that?” he asked. Which was a good question because it hadn’t been there the last time he’d been on this part of the property. It was, in fact, a fairly new addition.
    “Insurance,” was all I said. “Go on back to the house. We’re done.” Billy and Jimmy headed back up to the house and Lucy and I headed for the “Insurance.” I got off the four wheeler and started checking the doors, just making sure they were all still closed and locked.
    “What sort of insurance?” Lucy asked while I was checking the latches.
    “When I realized it was going to happen at any time I still had nearly two million dollars in the bank.” Lucy looked a little shocked. “Turns out there was all sorts of money in the crazy-doomsday-lady business. Who knew? Any way, I bought six brand new inter-mobile cargo containers. Had a small hill knocked down. Had the boxes put here and then I had them covered in rebar and steel mesh and covered them with six inches of fibered concrete, leaving only the doors free. Then I had the bulldozer come back in and cover it with the dirt from the hill we moved. Now do you want to stand around out here in the cold or get back to the house?”
    I got on and she got on behind me but screamed in my ear as I took off, “But what’s in them?”
    “Insurance.”
    I let Jimmy and Billy put my four-wheeler away and Lucy and I went in the front door. The thermometer in the “air lock” read ten degrees, and it was nowhere near dark yet.
    Lucy immediately ran to the fire to try to get warm. The boys standing next to the stove shucking their outer layers of clothing. I headed to my bedroom to do the same. I turn around as I’m taking off the last

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