Doing The Apocalypse Shuffle: Southern Prepper Adventure Fiction of Survival Grid Down (Old Preppers Die Hard Book 2) Read Free

recital in New York City.
     
    That sort of thing just didn’t translate to his laid back self or for that matter anyone else he knew. Farley figured that being merely uncomfortable in a situation didn’t translate into being able to avoid it wisely or be sociable enough to get help from others to try and understand it if you were forced to live it.
     
    Well, that was not quite true, Farley lived to try to get people to understand things especially be it physical or mental survival and he was in his element as far as that application of wisdom was concerned. That they thought his preparedness tips and tricks were now cool versus media hyped odd “Doomsday Prepper” crazy survivalist lore was something they sought out and asked for rather than criticized.
     
    It wasn’t an easy job teaching these greenhorns. He hadn’t even had a chance to teach his new charges the basics of what wisdom was written in the annals of an official Boy scout manual yet about putting their pinkie toe into the wilderness before they were depending on him for everything and anything from who has the roll of Charmin for a toilet break to “Hey you idiot don’t reach under that log without looking, there might be a snake under it to bite you!” Farley took it in stride though and did his best to bring them up to speed as quick as possible.
     
    Questions about what did a poisonous snake look like and what was not one as well as their habits and the habits of other critters mixed in with other numerous rules of life they should have learned growing up at least a little bit in his opinion consumed most of his day lately.
     
    Farley could be said to be a natural born teacher and leader but his patience had let him down more than once trying to talk to generations or people who had a different way of looking at or approaching things.
     
    His new found crew was a mixed bag of stranded and bewildered people to say the least. A formerly mentally medicated woman far from home along with her young teenage son that was a bit of a wild child, a Retired Air force veteran who just happened to be a Chinese American with California like liberal tendencies and his Vietnamese wife that seemed to enjoy fussing about most things in general.
     
    The “Tribe” as everyone now called this weird association of individual relations with each other and this place they all now called home had begun only yesterday it seemed like when Farley had inadvertently stepped into everyone’s lives. That a fanfare of problems came with him that he couldn’t help they accepted, that they couldn’t sustain themselves alone wasn’t his fault or responsibility rather something they all had to accept and so they were now committed to each other. He didn’t know how or for that matter why, but something in him had said take this group on to insure his own survival and he had done so gladly but with reservations.
    He was aware of the dangers that other people bring with them during a time of mass chaos and civil unrest. The world is a dangerous place and without law and order it's a hundred times more dangerous. He thought about that and called himself lucky for finding these friends. With others he tried being as careful as he could be under the circumstances.
     
    Farley remembered move in day at the military lake resort fondly but still wondered what he had got himself into this time as he reminisced to himself about that day.
     
    “Miss Feng, your husband Charlie said it would be all right if we camped out here for a few days down at the cabins if it was all right with you, in exchange for a few chores around here by me.” Farley had begun the discussion on that fateful day not long ago with an Asian women speaking pidgin English.
     
    “In exchange for what he say trade? He no tell me about this? I no problem you stay at cabins but what did crazy old man offer you without talking to me first? Crazy man!” Charlie’s wife Feng had blurted out upon his first broaching