Shadows Of Sanity And Survival (Old Preppers Die Hard Book 3) Read Online Free Page B
Author: Ron Foster
happily talking and dickering over a few more items.
"When I let go of what I am, I become what I might be." ~LaoTz u .
2
Life Goes On At The Lake Resort Camp
His lake tribe, as Farley referred to his fellow survivors of this grid down apocalypse living at what he called the base (referring to the Air force vacation resort); assembled at the fire pit to have their morning coffee and a meeting of sorts that Farley had called for the day. The two young boys of this clan, Jeremy and Fong, had been sent off earlier to fetch water from the lake and had just returned from the task. Miss Feng and Becky were discussing whether or not a second trip for more water was needed for them to go on when Charlie announced that everybody should gather around and listen to what Farley had been telling him while waiting for everyone to gather.
“I don’t know quite how to put this bit of bad news to you guys, so I guess I’ll just lay it out on the line. I’ve been hearing much more than just the regular circulating rumors of marauding bands of foragers or desperate thieves looting if you want to call them that. From what I hear more folks are moving out of the cities and attacking outlying homes and in some cases, banding together as a force and directly confronting some of the bigger farms. The churches have their own militias of sorts organized and they have been having occasional skirmishes with people or various groups regularly, that’s not to say they don’t occasionally do food forays and a bit of robbing themselves amongst other groups. The thing is, is that I’ve also noticed many hunters ranging further over our way, but so far they’ve only been limited to small groups of individuals and not armed parties with blood in their eyes. We got living up the road in several cabins up I guess about six or eight miles from here a group of what I call the Zombie Boys. These are a bunch of eighteen to twenty five year olds that were mostly raised off of video games and paintball matches and I guess were focusing previously more on ammo and not food supplies. They are pretty dangerous to surprise or sometimes get around but they are not malicious. There is what from what I hear a very malicious group or gang somewhere in our area that must have come out of a ghetto somewhere of about a hundred or so mixed ages and sexes playing locust and laying waste to the land from the town on. A larger group, as near as we can tell, has taken over part of the town as a base of operations. Car riders from Birmingham some folks say, anyway word is that they have taken over Mr. Jones’ chicken house property now as an armed occupier at the turnoff to the lake entrance. Now whether or not they decide to head for the lake or carry on to the next city or town is the point of contention at the moment amongst all the residents around here. Reverend Marshall the other day asked me pretty strongly if I wouldn’t talk to some of the residents around me about banding up together and possibly forming an attack on those vicious sons of bitches before they make it to the lake. As you know, pretty much everybody around the bait store in this little offshoot of the lake believes we have a lot more manpower back here to rely on for a fight than we do so I felt kind of hard pressed to answer him directly as to our participation in any kind of ambush or defensive move.” Farley said breaking the news of what some said was the horror approaching from the dregs of the now mostly chaotic burning big cities.
“Are they actually heading this way, Farley? Are you sure of that?” Becky asked with a shudder while Miss Feng looked wide eyed at him.
“No, like I said they took over the chicken houses and I guess we don’t know yet whether or not Mr. Jones and his family survived the attack but I would be more likely to say that they did not because of that gang’s reputation. I’m calling them a gang, but I don’t know
"When I let go of what I am, I become what I might be." ~LaoTz u .
2
Life Goes On At The Lake Resort Camp
His lake tribe, as Farley referred to his fellow survivors of this grid down apocalypse living at what he called the base (referring to the Air force vacation resort); assembled at the fire pit to have their morning coffee and a meeting of sorts that Farley had called for the day. The two young boys of this clan, Jeremy and Fong, had been sent off earlier to fetch water from the lake and had just returned from the task. Miss Feng and Becky were discussing whether or not a second trip for more water was needed for them to go on when Charlie announced that everybody should gather around and listen to what Farley had been telling him while waiting for everyone to gather.
“I don’t know quite how to put this bit of bad news to you guys, so I guess I’ll just lay it out on the line. I’ve been hearing much more than just the regular circulating rumors of marauding bands of foragers or desperate thieves looting if you want to call them that. From what I hear more folks are moving out of the cities and attacking outlying homes and in some cases, banding together as a force and directly confronting some of the bigger farms. The churches have their own militias of sorts organized and they have been having occasional skirmishes with people or various groups regularly, that’s not to say they don’t occasionally do food forays and a bit of robbing themselves amongst other groups. The thing is, is that I’ve also noticed many hunters ranging further over our way, but so far they’ve only been limited to small groups of individuals and not armed parties with blood in their eyes. We got living up the road in several cabins up I guess about six or eight miles from here a group of what I call the Zombie Boys. These are a bunch of eighteen to twenty five year olds that were mostly raised off of video games and paintball matches and I guess were focusing previously more on ammo and not food supplies. They are pretty dangerous to surprise or sometimes get around but they are not malicious. There is what from what I hear a very malicious group or gang somewhere in our area that must have come out of a ghetto somewhere of about a hundred or so mixed ages and sexes playing locust and laying waste to the land from the town on. A larger group, as near as we can tell, has taken over part of the town as a base of operations. Car riders from Birmingham some folks say, anyway word is that they have taken over Mr. Jones’ chicken house property now as an armed occupier at the turnoff to the lake entrance. Now whether or not they decide to head for the lake or carry on to the next city or town is the point of contention at the moment amongst all the residents around here. Reverend Marshall the other day asked me pretty strongly if I wouldn’t talk to some of the residents around me about banding up together and possibly forming an attack on those vicious sons of bitches before they make it to the lake. As you know, pretty much everybody around the bait store in this little offshoot of the lake believes we have a lot more manpower back here to rely on for a fight than we do so I felt kind of hard pressed to answer him directly as to our participation in any kind of ambush or defensive move.” Farley said breaking the news of what some said was the horror approaching from the dregs of the now mostly chaotic burning big cities.
“Are they actually heading this way, Farley? Are you sure of that?” Becky asked with a shudder while Miss Feng looked wide eyed at him.
“No, like I said they took over the chicken houses and I guess we don’t know yet whether or not Mr. Jones and his family survived the attack but I would be more likely to say that they did not because of that gang’s reputation. I’m calling them a gang, but I don’t know
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