Our End Of The Lake: Surviving After The 2012 Solar Storm (Prepper Trilogy) Read Online Free Page A
Author: Ron Foster
Tags: Fiction, Survival, 2012, post apocalyptic, End of the world, survivor, survivalist, teotwawki, prepper, shtf, preppers, lake, EMP, preparedness, solar storm, retreat, electromagnetic pulse
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“I do hear things you know.” he informed me.
“Well, this section of the road might be ok.” I said. “See, part of what I was supposed to be helping with up here, was figuring out where all the off ramps for the Hazmat carrying trucks were in relation to residential areas and beefing up the emergency plans. The DOT is real particular on what can be hauled through the city and has to go around it on the outside loop highways most of the time.”
“Yeah, I have seen the ‘hazardous material trucks must exit’ signs on the highway,” he said.
“And did you?” I replied at him with a smirk.
“Did I what?” he questioned.
“Exit.” I said.
“Ok, you asshole, I get it, Ha, Ha. No, I didn’t.” He begrudgingly replied.
“Let’s start heading off to the right down one of these side streets towards the highway. We can go down an exit ramp or climb down the embankment maybe, but if I am remembering right it’s mostly fence and steep as hell to get down to the pavement,” I said. “You know before we get there you and I need to talk some more,” I said while looking at him seriously.
“What, now David? I am starting to hate that look of yours. Every time you get it, I swear a black cloud starts rising up in back of you.”
“Well, buddy, you’re right. I got a lot more doom and gloom to share with you.” I paused a moment to gather my thoughts. “Dump, we’ve been real lucky so far.” I said and before I could carry on.
“Lucky? How? Getting a few cans of food and some water to wrap up in a smelly ass tarp?” he interrupted accusingly.
“No,” I said in a calm soothing voice, “That not only was it lucky we were not in one of those car wrecks we have seen today, but we didn’t have to decide whether or not to stop and help someone who was hurt in one.” I let that sink in for a moment, before continuing. “Those cars on the interstate were traveling 55-70 mph when there engines shut off, there is going to be some horrible shit to see and possibly hear once we get down to it.” I grimly told him.
“Man, we have died and gone to hell haven’t we?” Dump hung his head and stated solemnly.
“We aren’t dead yet and we got more options than a lot poor Son of Bitches do. I was just warning you that it is going to be rough, and that you might need to harden your heart a bit.” I stood and said, “Come on, let’s get started, it ain’t getting any cooler standing baking in the sun here.”
Dump started musing and said “David, do you know what a bitch is? I was going to take off today and get some work done in the garden.”
“I sympathize with you,” I told him, “I been planning for this the crap to hit the fan for years and all my prepper gear is scattered all over the place, just when I needed it most.”
“What’s ‘prepper gear’?” Dump inquired.
6
I`M A PREPPER YOURE A PREPPER TO
“Well, you are a bit young to remember Y2K I guess. Back then, they used to call folks like me survivalists. There are a lot of people now a days Google searching for definitions of a ‘Prepper’. The term "prepper" or "prepping" means a person or lifestyle that involves getting prepared for the worst while hoping for the best. A prepper is someone who is uncomfortable relying on others for the basics of survival and protection before and after a disaster.
“The terms like "preparations", "how to be prepared", or maybe "preparing for what's to come have a lot to do with the threats this troubled society faces. The majority of preppers are what folks would deem "normal" average people. They just plan ahead and prepare. That means you and I are Preppers and the emergency or disaster supplies we need are called "Preps". The types of preparations needed are Survival Kits, Food Storage, and Emergency Supplies to get you through a disaster.
“I had a bug out or get home bag stashed in my truck to help me through a disaster like this, but now I got to build me one as
“I do hear things you know.” he informed me.
“Well, this section of the road might be ok.” I said. “See, part of what I was supposed to be helping with up here, was figuring out where all the off ramps for the Hazmat carrying trucks were in relation to residential areas and beefing up the emergency plans. The DOT is real particular on what can be hauled through the city and has to go around it on the outside loop highways most of the time.”
“Yeah, I have seen the ‘hazardous material trucks must exit’ signs on the highway,” he said.
“And did you?” I replied at him with a smirk.
“Did I what?” he questioned.
“Exit.” I said.
“Ok, you asshole, I get it, Ha, Ha. No, I didn’t.” He begrudgingly replied.
“Let’s start heading off to the right down one of these side streets towards the highway. We can go down an exit ramp or climb down the embankment maybe, but if I am remembering right it’s mostly fence and steep as hell to get down to the pavement,” I said. “You know before we get there you and I need to talk some more,” I said while looking at him seriously.
“What, now David? I am starting to hate that look of yours. Every time you get it, I swear a black cloud starts rising up in back of you.”
“Well, buddy, you’re right. I got a lot more doom and gloom to share with you.” I paused a moment to gather my thoughts. “Dump, we’ve been real lucky so far.” I said and before I could carry on.
“Lucky? How? Getting a few cans of food and some water to wrap up in a smelly ass tarp?” he interrupted accusingly.
“No,” I said in a calm soothing voice, “That not only was it lucky we were not in one of those car wrecks we have seen today, but we didn’t have to decide whether or not to stop and help someone who was hurt in one.” I let that sink in for a moment, before continuing. “Those cars on the interstate were traveling 55-70 mph when there engines shut off, there is going to be some horrible shit to see and possibly hear once we get down to it.” I grimly told him.
“Man, we have died and gone to hell haven’t we?” Dump hung his head and stated solemnly.
“We aren’t dead yet and we got more options than a lot poor Son of Bitches do. I was just warning you that it is going to be rough, and that you might need to harden your heart a bit.” I stood and said, “Come on, let’s get started, it ain’t getting any cooler standing baking in the sun here.”
Dump started musing and said “David, do you know what a bitch is? I was going to take off today and get some work done in the garden.”
“I sympathize with you,” I told him, “I been planning for this the crap to hit the fan for years and all my prepper gear is scattered all over the place, just when I needed it most.”
“What’s ‘prepper gear’?” Dump inquired.
6
I`M A PREPPER YOURE A PREPPER TO
“Well, you are a bit young to remember Y2K I guess. Back then, they used to call folks like me survivalists. There are a lot of people now a days Google searching for definitions of a ‘Prepper’. The term "prepper" or "prepping" means a person or lifestyle that involves getting prepared for the worst while hoping for the best. A prepper is someone who is uncomfortable relying on others for the basics of survival and protection before and after a disaster.
“The terms like "preparations", "how to be prepared", or maybe "preparing for what's to come have a lot to do with the threats this troubled society faces. The majority of preppers are what folks would deem "normal" average people. They just plan ahead and prepare. That means you and I are Preppers and the emergency or disaster supplies we need are called "Preps". The types of preparations needed are Survival Kits, Food Storage, and Emergency Supplies to get you through a disaster.
“I had a bug out or get home bag stashed in my truck to help me through a disaster like this, but now I got to build me one as
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