The Great Unraveling (A Preppers Perspective Book 1) Read Online Free
Author: Ron Foster
and his mom out of city long before that started happening. Not that the country would be much safer to live in. People in the city had no idea how their food was produced and would start looking in the county for farms thinking that the people there had lots of food available. Plenty of transportation was still available with whatever gas a vehicle had in it, so they would migrate to the countryside fleeing the big cities.
“His house was too small and off the beaten path to be an obvious target to the swarm of locusts that would soon be fleeing the city Dennis thought. Now dealing with his starving neighbors out in the country would be another matter entirely.” He thought dejectedly.
“Well Charles and his girlfriend were sworn to help protect his stash of prepper food supplies. Not much consolation in that, but it was some added security knowing they would go to a gunfight with him. The idea now was for him to go as low profile as he could get and keep his food preparation and cooking indoors so as to not alert anyone to how well he was prepared to be eating for awhile. Trash and light suppression would be important too. Can’t be producing too much trash or burning it off or that could tip people off he was eating regular. He had bottles of propane for his camp stove and alcohol fuelled stoves he could get by with, but he hated the thought of using up those diminishable preps when he had a whole forest of wood around him to be cooking with. He would rather save the propane for the rainy and cold days ahead when he had to be stuck inside.
Blending into the community really was the best strategy for survival right now, but it was going to be difficult on that dead end road he lived on. You pretty much knew if your neighbors were coming or going and to keep up appearances he would have to look and act as destitute as those less fortunate or prepared. He would have to be seen going out to look for food, if he met anyone he knew he would also be asking where to find it. That sucked because the whole idea of being prepped was so you could avoid the mobs and food riots and didn’t have to get out on the road. Then you got to worry about folks seeing you leave your house unattended and that seriously complicates matters.
He would have to work out all the little nuances of safety, security, surveillance and putting on a charade of seeking food in town. Damn that charade unnecessarily burns up gas he would need for lots of things like running his garden tiller and chain saw. Maybe Charles could be seen coming and going between their houses and town on his motorcycle and they could seriously cut down on fuel. Of course if he ran any kind of machinery the whole neighborhood would know he had fuel. Car pooling with the neighbors to go to town in search of food made total sense but he barely knew any of them. That was liable to change though as things worsened.” David considered as he was waiting on the coals in his grill to get hot enough to cook up some of the thawing meat he was making for dinner.
Dennis had one of those big old round Weber grills and when he was done cooking he would close the vents on the lid and place it back on the grill to snuff the coals out. He reused the coals from his previous fires and just added a little more charcoal when necessary. This really saved on the charcoal consumption using this conservation method.
“The whole neighborhood must be cooking out.” Dennis thought while sniffing the air and looking around for puffs of tell tale smoke drifting from backyards.
“Good nobody is starving yet, well at least not around here anyway by the looks and smell of things.” He mused as smoke and food cooking smells filled the air.
Dennis had explained to his mom after he finally got home from Atlanta that there were now truly just two types of people to think about in the world. The “Shut Ins” and the “Shut Outs”.
The “Shut Outs”. Were a group
“His house was too small and off the beaten path to be an obvious target to the swarm of locusts that would soon be fleeing the city Dennis thought. Now dealing with his starving neighbors out in the country would be another matter entirely.” He thought dejectedly.
“Well Charles and his girlfriend were sworn to help protect his stash of prepper food supplies. Not much consolation in that, but it was some added security knowing they would go to a gunfight with him. The idea now was for him to go as low profile as he could get and keep his food preparation and cooking indoors so as to not alert anyone to how well he was prepared to be eating for awhile. Trash and light suppression would be important too. Can’t be producing too much trash or burning it off or that could tip people off he was eating regular. He had bottles of propane for his camp stove and alcohol fuelled stoves he could get by with, but he hated the thought of using up those diminishable preps when he had a whole forest of wood around him to be cooking with. He would rather save the propane for the rainy and cold days ahead when he had to be stuck inside.
Blending into the community really was the best strategy for survival right now, but it was going to be difficult on that dead end road he lived on. You pretty much knew if your neighbors were coming or going and to keep up appearances he would have to look and act as destitute as those less fortunate or prepared. He would have to be seen going out to look for food, if he met anyone he knew he would also be asking where to find it. That sucked because the whole idea of being prepped was so you could avoid the mobs and food riots and didn’t have to get out on the road. Then you got to worry about folks seeing you leave your house unattended and that seriously complicates matters.
He would have to work out all the little nuances of safety, security, surveillance and putting on a charade of seeking food in town. Damn that charade unnecessarily burns up gas he would need for lots of things like running his garden tiller and chain saw. Maybe Charles could be seen coming and going between their houses and town on his motorcycle and they could seriously cut down on fuel. Of course if he ran any kind of machinery the whole neighborhood would know he had fuel. Car pooling with the neighbors to go to town in search of food made total sense but he barely knew any of them. That was liable to change though as things worsened.” David considered as he was waiting on the coals in his grill to get hot enough to cook up some of the thawing meat he was making for dinner.
Dennis had one of those big old round Weber grills and when he was done cooking he would close the vents on the lid and place it back on the grill to snuff the coals out. He reused the coals from his previous fires and just added a little more charcoal when necessary. This really saved on the charcoal consumption using this conservation method.
“The whole neighborhood must be cooking out.” Dennis thought while sniffing the air and looking around for puffs of tell tale smoke drifting from backyards.
“Good nobody is starving yet, well at least not around here anyway by the looks and smell of things.” He mused as smoke and food cooking smells filled the air.
Dennis had explained to his mom after he finally got home from Atlanta that there were now truly just two types of people to think about in the world. The “Shut Ins” and the “Shut Outs”.
The “Shut Outs”. Were a group
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