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The top shelf was fully stocked with over-the-counter medication: Motrin, Tylenol, Sudafed, and antihistamines. He grabbed a few to check their expiration dates, his random spot check finding nothing ready to expire.
Prescription drug samples occupied the shelf below. He had surreptitiously acquired all of the prescription drugs from physicians’ offices throughout his sales territory. Their stockpile contained over forty courses of antiviral therapy split between TerraFlu and Tamiflu. He had also sent the equivalent of one course of therapy to each close member of their family. If a pandemic struck, he planned to reserve two courses of TerraFlu and one course of Tamiflu for each member of his own family. This plan left twenty-eight courses for neighbors and friends.
The bottom two shelves contained first aid supplies and vitamin supplements. Most of the space was dedicated to first aid, filled with gloves, masks, assorted size and shaped bandages, compresses, triangular bandages, medical tape, scissors, antiseptic solution, antibiotic ointment, gauze, eyewash, thermometer, hand sanitizer, several first aid manuals, instant cold packs, and alcohol wipes.
Two makeshift portable first aid kits sat on the floor in front of the unit. He had bought these military-style “butt packs” and attached two aluminum D-rings to their straps, so that they could be hooked onto anything. Each kit was filled with the basics for treating wounds and minor illnesses. One of the kits was marked with medical tape and contained a basic surgery kit. He spied several bottles of children;s and adult vitamins tucked away among the medical supplies.
Satisfied with the medical supplies, Alex glanced at his watch. 8:34.
Already twenty minutes down here? Jesus.
The remaining seven shelving units along this wall contained food items. He saw dozens of large airtight plastic canisters filled with brown rice, barley, other grains, flour, oats, and different types of beans. Each canister held close to twenty pounds of dry food. He passed medium-sized airtight bins filled with sugar, nuts, seeds, tea, dried mushrooms, dried peas, and other dried vegetables that could be used for soup.
Two of the shelving units were packed with canned goods; everything from diced tomatoes to artichoke hearts, in large cans, could be found on these shelves. The bottom two shelves of these units were filled with nonperishable soymilk containers. Checking the dates on a few of the containers, he saw that they were good through 2014. Beyond canned goods and airtight canisters, the shelves contained numerous boxes of dry cereal, crackers, and snack bars. Coffee, condiments, salt, spices, hot cocoa mix, flavored drink powder, and boxes of vegetable bouillon filled in the gaps.
Overall, their food supply was more than adequate to last a year, possibly longer. Most meals would consist mainly of a grain and a bean, with at least one can of vegetables per day. They had plenty of seasonings to keep the meals interesting.
The first shelf past the far northern corner of the basement held several dozen bottles of wine and several cases of canned beer. Some of the cases had been there over two years, and Alex wondered if they were skunked. A few twelve packs of bottled beer sat in front of the shelving unit on the floor. He wrote “beer and wine run” in his notebook.
The shelving unit immediately next to this one was jammed full with boxes of trash bags, paper cups, paper plates, plastic silverware, paper towels, and napkins. Three large economy-sized packs of toilet paper were stacked in front of this unit. One of the packs was ripped open and half empty. He noted: “Buy more toilet paper.”
Another critical item. Nobody wants to start wiping their ass on the back of printer paper or cardboard.
This reminded him to make another note. “Go to Home Depot and buy four large plastic buckets and lots of trash bags.”
Makeshift crappers if the water goes out.
The last shelving
Prescription drug samples occupied the shelf below. He had surreptitiously acquired all of the prescription drugs from physicians’ offices throughout his sales territory. Their stockpile contained over forty courses of antiviral therapy split between TerraFlu and Tamiflu. He had also sent the equivalent of one course of therapy to each close member of their family. If a pandemic struck, he planned to reserve two courses of TerraFlu and one course of Tamiflu for each member of his own family. This plan left twenty-eight courses for neighbors and friends.
The bottom two shelves contained first aid supplies and vitamin supplements. Most of the space was dedicated to first aid, filled with gloves, masks, assorted size and shaped bandages, compresses, triangular bandages, medical tape, scissors, antiseptic solution, antibiotic ointment, gauze, eyewash, thermometer, hand sanitizer, several first aid manuals, instant cold packs, and alcohol wipes.
Two makeshift portable first aid kits sat on the floor in front of the unit. He had bought these military-style “butt packs” and attached two aluminum D-rings to their straps, so that they could be hooked onto anything. Each kit was filled with the basics for treating wounds and minor illnesses. One of the kits was marked with medical tape and contained a basic surgery kit. He spied several bottles of children;s and adult vitamins tucked away among the medical supplies.
Satisfied with the medical supplies, Alex glanced at his watch. 8:34.
Already twenty minutes down here? Jesus.
The remaining seven shelving units along this wall contained food items. He saw dozens of large airtight plastic canisters filled with brown rice, barley, other grains, flour, oats, and different types of beans. Each canister held close to twenty pounds of dry food. He passed medium-sized airtight bins filled with sugar, nuts, seeds, tea, dried mushrooms, dried peas, and other dried vegetables that could be used for soup.
Two of the shelving units were packed with canned goods; everything from diced tomatoes to artichoke hearts, in large cans, could be found on these shelves. The bottom two shelves of these units were filled with nonperishable soymilk containers. Checking the dates on a few of the containers, he saw that they were good through 2014. Beyond canned goods and airtight canisters, the shelves contained numerous boxes of dry cereal, crackers, and snack bars. Coffee, condiments, salt, spices, hot cocoa mix, flavored drink powder, and boxes of vegetable bouillon filled in the gaps.
Overall, their food supply was more than adequate to last a year, possibly longer. Most meals would consist mainly of a grain and a bean, with at least one can of vegetables per day. They had plenty of seasonings to keep the meals interesting.
The first shelf past the far northern corner of the basement held several dozen bottles of wine and several cases of canned beer. Some of the cases had been there over two years, and Alex wondered if they were skunked. A few twelve packs of bottled beer sat in front of the shelving unit on the floor. He wrote “beer and wine run” in his notebook.
The shelving unit immediately next to this one was jammed full with boxes of trash bags, paper cups, paper plates, plastic silverware, paper towels, and napkins. Three large economy-sized packs of toilet paper were stacked in front of this unit. One of the packs was ripped open and half empty. He noted: “Buy more toilet paper.”
Another critical item. Nobody wants to start wiping their ass on the back of printer paper or cardboard.
This reminded him to make another note. “Go to Home Depot and buy four large plastic buckets and lots of trash bags.”
Makeshift crappers if the water goes out.
The last shelving
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