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went out, there was widespread looting at area Walmarts and grocery stores, civil unrest, and a police force that was overwhelmed—they needed to stay off the Interstates and try to take a much-less-traveled route, even if it took longer.
    Jack planned to take surface roads until he could get to State Highway 287 that traveled to Mansfield. They were trying to reach a piece of land just outside of Maypearl, Texas, home of the old Assembly of God Royal Ranger’s campgrounds. The group had chosen the location two years ago as a central rally point and the site of their survival cache.
    Jack , Malachi, and Bexar had grown up there, in the semi-obscure, church-based scouting organization, learning how to become woodsmen and men of moral character. They had spent many a summer on the side of the lake, camping on one side and attending the church youth camp on the other.
    Two years ago, without permission and under complete secrecy, the group had found a remote location on those campgrounds and built up a large cache of supplies they might need for long-term survival in the case of a social and economic collapse in the U.S. It would also be a rally point in case of invasion or other major disaster that would leave society and the government in upheaval. Jack knew that, in the worst case, he and Sandra had enough supplies in their GOOD load-out to survive for at least three weeks.
    Living so close to the Dallas/Fort Worth International Airport, the constant drone of overhead commercial aircraft had become background noise to Jack and Sandra. It was the silence in the sky above him that drew Jack’s attention now. There were no planes in the air.
    H e could hear gunfire in the distance. Looking back in the direction of the airport, he could see several plumes of thick, black smoke rising into the air. “Damn,” said Jack, “must’ve been an EMP; it’s the only way that all of this would stop working and cause the aircraft to fail.”
    Sandra looked at him in horror. “There were hundreds of people on those planes.”
    Nodding his head , Jack replied, “If it happened here, let’s hope it didn’t happen everywhere. There's something like ten thousand aircraft in the air above the U.S. at any given time during the day.” Dreading the trip ahead of them, Jack put the FJ in gear and pulled out onto the street behind his house.
     
    Brazos County, Texas
     
    It took thirty minutes, but Bexar finally made it home to his wife, Jessie, who had become increasingly anxious. After the power went out at the house, Jessie had begun to worry because her cellphone also didn’t work, and she was now in near hysterics with the sound of the rolling explosions in the distance.
    “ Dammit Bexar, you could have called me or sent me a text or something! I’m your wife!”
    “ I’m sorry baby,” he replied. “I didn’t expect the motorcycle to die on me, and I would have been home a half-hour ago if that didn’t happen. Once I knew something was wrong, I was running Code-3 to the house.”
    “ Can you do that, won’t you be in trouble?” asked Jessie.
    “ At this point, I really don’t care. Besides, they were calling us back to the department when I fled for the house. I’m reasonably sure if this isn’t what I think it is, I’ll probably get fired.”
    Bexar changed out of his uniform while Jessie began loading up their old Jeep Wagoneer. Their two-year-old daughter Keeley was still napping, which made loading the Jeep with their GOOD bags much easier. Jessie hated the old 1965 Jeep Wagoneer, but Bexar had owned it since high school and couldn’t bring himself to get rid of it. That old Jeep was like his first love, and it would have broken his heart to sell it. Bexar was happy to have it after he and Jack had started prepping; the old reliable truck with no electronics other than a new CD player had its advantages for a prepper.
    Bexar took off his Kevlar vest and put it aside, along with his heavy police duty belt. Even