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

yourself and everything moved in all right?” Charlie asked as he walked over to Farley’s place from Becky’s cabin.
     
    “I pretty much got enough stuff unloaded for now I suppose. I got a lot of goods I brought along with me in that van and I haven’t wrapped my head around how to distribute or store it best. You know, Charlie, that driving all these preps and other crap around is kind of like being a Brink’s truck driver hauling gold or something and having no place you feel comfortable with delivering it at. Well let’s put it a different way now, once that driver decides to just park it, where do you stash all that bullion? I need to spread it out and cache it here and there but I am not comfortable doing that just yet. I have many practical and personal reasons to consider. You got to understand that I have been standing armed guard over my food and supplies with a gun 24/7 and for me to be even be considering leaving stuff behind tomorrow is hard even if I know I should be back in a few hours but it worries me. Oh, I know you all won’t bother my stuff at all or I wouldn’t be leaving it but I am not here to guard it either and it wasn’t too long ago I was worrying about having to walk away from it when I needed it most when I broke down on the side of that road.” Farley said a bit somberly.
     
    “I can see your worries about even setting a bowl of rice down while you’re eating these days for fear of it getting spilled or something. The loss of even a grain of rice these days can be a tragedy. You can put some of your stuff up at my house if you want and get it when you come back. I can’t guard it too well seeing that I don’t have any firearms as you know but it will be at least harder to find and get to besides here.” Charlie offered.
     
    “Thanks, I was considering that. We got to do something to remedy that gun situation. I got a few ideas how to go about that but we will discuss that in the morning. I only have my two weapons so I don’t have anything to lend you.” Farley said.
     
    “Darn, I am sorry to hear that. I thought for sure with all that stuff you said you brought with you that you might have something to lend or sell to me. That’s one reason I waited to talk to you alone. How you planning on remedying that, if you don’t mind me asking?” Charlie asked.
     
    “Oh, guns are not nearly as hard to find as you might imagine. This country is full of them, it’s the procuring one without getting shot or worse that is sometimes the problem. I will tell you an odd little secret. Where do you think the easiest place to find a pistol is nowadays?” Farley asked.
     
    “I dunno, that’s a good question.” Charlie responded waiting for the answer.
     
    “Cemeteries… Isn’t that bizarre? Folks committing suicide often go to cemeteries to die so they can be around their loved ones. Course these days whatever you might find would be rusted to hell and back but it’s not a bad place to find ammo and parts. I tell you another thing, lots of people have done themselves in outside like on their front porch for some reason. It’s spookier than hell to see a real corpse sitting in a chair having done themselves in by committing suicide, by overdosing on drugs or something on someone’s patio like its Halloween or something.” Farley said flashing back on some of the more gruesome sights he had seen so far in this apocalypse. He had still not gotten the stench of rotting bodies and pets out of his nostrils yet that seemed to follow him just like the screams and the acrid burning house smoke from the city that was forever etched into his senses and memories.
     
    “Damn, Farley, that’s creepier than hell to even consider. I won’t even bother to ask you if it’s really gotten that bad out there. I know it’s got to be much much worse than I can even imagine. It really scares the hell out of me to even think about that picture you are painting of so many people giving up