case.” That it was like having insurance.
I had always been resistant and I was now regretting that decision, but there wasn’t anything I could do about it right now.
I was jolted back into my current environment as I saw a couple of young men run over to the dead bodies lying in the middle of the street, grabbing their guns and running off into the neighborhood.
That was a dangerous move and I decided it was time to go, so I put my truck in drive and slowly drove around the accident and through the intersection.
Normally, I am the type of person who would stop and offer to help. But not this time. This time, it was every man and woman for themselves.
Others followed as I felt the tension and anxiety begin to leave my body in relief that I was getting closer to home.
The rest of the way home was uneventful and I was grateful for that. I almost felt back to normal as I turned down the dead end street where we lived.
That changed when I pulled up to the house, only to find Kat’s truck wasn’t there.
I pulled in and turned off the engine. Maybe she pulled the truck behind the fence into the back yard to hide it. That sounds like something she would do.
Fumbling with the door, I sprung out of the truck and called to her.
“Kat? Katherine?” I yelled as I made my way over to the little gate to the back yard.
Nope. No truck.
Shaking my head, I closed my eyes and said a little prayer.
“Please, God. Let her be safe and bring her home to me.”
I let myself in the house and ran upstairs, grabbing my pistol. There was a box of ammo out already and a note.
“I just went to see if I could get gas and any extra food. Don’t worry, I will be okay. I’m armed.” It said.
She had no idea what was out there. No idea how people were already reacting.
All I could do now was wait and pray.
Chapter 3 - Katherine
I knew Tony would have difficulty getting back. I also knew that getting fuel or any kind of food would be next to impossible, but I had to try. It would be our last run because I already knew how our country’s food supply worked. I had to try to get everything I could NOW.
Ever since the U.S. went over to the “just in time” system, there is maybe three days worth of stock in any grocery store, IF that. Plus, debit, credit, and EBT cards wouldn’t work if there was no power.
Only cash. I knew that and had several places on my person that I decided to put a few twenty’s that I could use. I figured if I tossed a twenty at them for a loaf or two of bread and a half gallon of milk, I would be good to go, providing I could actually make it back to my truck without being robbed.
The anxiety was high as I made my way through the store. I hated being in an enclosed environment in a situation like this. I made a mental note of all the exits as I went through. That wasn’t something I had ever done before but now that all hell was breaking loose, it seemed like a good idea.
At the moment, the grocery store was what I would call a civilized madhouse. People were frantically filling carts full of anything that was available not aware that unless they had cash, they wouldn’t be taking much with them.
Then, there was always those few entitled ones who had lived off the government teet so long that they expected things to be given to them regardless of ability to pay.
That system just died. And a lot of people have yet to realize that this little bump won’t be that little anymore. This was probably going to be permanent at least for the next several months depending on what really happened and how easy it would be to get the power back on again.
There was a security guard that already had a woman in handcuffs that was yelling that she needed her food and they should just give it to her because she had an EBT card.
I kept my eyes open and watched
I had always been resistant and I was now regretting that decision, but there wasn’t anything I could do about it right now.
I was jolted back into my current environment as I saw a couple of young men run over to the dead bodies lying in the middle of the street, grabbing their guns and running off into the neighborhood.
That was a dangerous move and I decided it was time to go, so I put my truck in drive and slowly drove around the accident and through the intersection.
Normally, I am the type of person who would stop and offer to help. But not this time. This time, it was every man and woman for themselves.
Others followed as I felt the tension and anxiety begin to leave my body in relief that I was getting closer to home.
The rest of the way home was uneventful and I was grateful for that. I almost felt back to normal as I turned down the dead end street where we lived.
That changed when I pulled up to the house, only to find Kat’s truck wasn’t there.
I pulled in and turned off the engine. Maybe she pulled the truck behind the fence into the back yard to hide it. That sounds like something she would do.
Fumbling with the door, I sprung out of the truck and called to her.
“Kat? Katherine?” I yelled as I made my way over to the little gate to the back yard.
Nope. No truck.
Shaking my head, I closed my eyes and said a little prayer.
“Please, God. Let her be safe and bring her home to me.”
I let myself in the house and ran upstairs, grabbing my pistol. There was a box of ammo out already and a note.
“I just went to see if I could get gas and any extra food. Don’t worry, I will be okay. I’m armed.” It said.
She had no idea what was out there. No idea how people were already reacting.
All I could do now was wait and pray.
Chapter 3 - Katherine
I knew Tony would have difficulty getting back. I also knew that getting fuel or any kind of food would be next to impossible, but I had to try. It would be our last run because I already knew how our country’s food supply worked. I had to try to get everything I could NOW.
Ever since the U.S. went over to the “just in time” system, there is maybe three days worth of stock in any grocery store, IF that. Plus, debit, credit, and EBT cards wouldn’t work if there was no power.
Only cash. I knew that and had several places on my person that I decided to put a few twenty’s that I could use. I figured if I tossed a twenty at them for a loaf or two of bread and a half gallon of milk, I would be good to go, providing I could actually make it back to my truck without being robbed.
The anxiety was high as I made my way through the store. I hated being in an enclosed environment in a situation like this. I made a mental note of all the exits as I went through. That wasn’t something I had ever done before but now that all hell was breaking loose, it seemed like a good idea.
At the moment, the grocery store was what I would call a civilized madhouse. People were frantically filling carts full of anything that was available not aware that unless they had cash, they wouldn’t be taking much with them.
Then, there was always those few entitled ones who had lived off the government teet so long that they expected things to be given to them regardless of ability to pay.
That system just died. And a lot of people have yet to realize that this little bump won’t be that little anymore. This was probably going to be permanent at least for the next several months depending on what really happened and how easy it would be to get the power back on again.
There was a security guard that already had a woman in handcuffs that was yelling that she needed her food and they should just give it to her because she had an EBT card.
I kept my eyes open and watched
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