Our End Of The Lake: Surviving After The 2012 Solar Storm (Prepper Trilogy) Read Online Free Page B

we go since I couldn’t retrieve mine. I am now the ultimate displaced prepper.” I tell Dump.
    “Why are you calling yourself a displaced prepper?” He asks as my new devotee that’s appreciative of my sharing of some survival wisdom.
    “One form of displaced prepper,” I explain, “is the one that evacuates an area and has his or her bug out gear with them, but the majority of their preps left behind, but that can take care of them selves for a while. The other is someone who has a prepper mentality and has just had all their preps lost or stolen and is as unfortunate in goods as those who have not prepared and are also struggling for survival with limited options in the same reality.
    The Displaced Prepper however has something more tangible than those less fortunate that cannot be lost or stolen and that is knowledge. Preppers do not only devote themselves to buying emergency preparedness supplies and storing food, they also store knowledge and experience. I used to have a blog that examined the various ways that preppers can survive and thrive when they are displaced from their normal surroundings. I would talk and write about things like using a survival key ring for your EDC (every day carry) survival kit. I still had mine thank God in my pocket and fumbled it for additional reassurance before I went on with my discourse.
    “Can I see it?” Dump said inquisitively.
    “Sure, but later. Looks like we got trouble up ahead.”.
    A couple of punk teenagers had a middle aged woman backing up fearfully and clutching a bottle of water up ahead. “If you won’t give me that water I take it, Bitch!” one of them was threatening.
    “HEY!” I yelled, “LEAVE HER THE HELL ALONE!”
    They turned and saw me and Dump picking up the pace towards them and decided it wasn’t healthy to stick around, so tried to saunter off. Dump yelled at them he was going to put a boot up their asses if they didn’t get the hell out of here NOW! And the miscreants beat feet in the opposite direction.
    A now deeply relived, but still anxious, woman leaned against the brick retaining wall in front of an old wood frame huge house. The rich folks and developers had been buying and fixing up these old formally edge of the city houses for years and they were now considered nouveau chic to a new generation of ladder climbing execs.
    “Are you ok?” I asked noting she was visibly shaken and sweating profusely from the Georgia heat.
    “Yeah, I just need to catch my breath for a second. Those delinquents scared the hell out of me. Thank you so much for chasing them off.” she replied.
    “My pleasure, Miss, damn fool kids need to show some respect.” Dump said. I side glanced over at him and raised an eyebrow, mentally chastising him for taking all the credit in rescuing this damsel in distress.
    She must of caught my glance at him, as she pointedly stated, “Well, I sure do thank both of you for coming along when you did. I was about to throw that bottle of water and try to run away, but in this heat I really wanted to hang on to it.”
    “I think they said it was going to get up to 96 degrees today.” I offered.
    “Where are you coming from?” Dump asked.
    “ I was on the interstate when everyone’s cars just died all at once and I had me a hell of a white knuckle ride until my vehicle stopped moving.” she said glancing about in the general direction we were headed.
    “That’s so weird, she said, what could of caused that to happen?” she queried. “Do you think it was aliens? “She said, looking at us skeptically.
    Dump put on his best professor persona, well if you could call it that and said, “No ma’am. David here says he thinks that the sun had a CME or coronal mass injection, something about a Carrington event, its all very technical.” he said with a seriously scholarly nod that looked like he got it from the scarecrow on the Wizard of Oz.
    Her eyes got big, and she stuttered out, “Well, did the aliens cause