Infected: They Will Eat You!: A Story of Family Survival in a Zombie Apocalypse

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Author: Donel Gillies
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Christine added.
    And so the conversation turned, the boys begrudgingly answered math questions and gave summaries of the books they were reading. The evening moved on from dinner to cleaning to a little TV, no zombie, prepper, shows. It was time to keep mama happy. Elementary it was.
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    Tuesday morning began as most recent days had, early with nagging thoughts of the need to be more prepared. Prepared for what exactly was not the issue, could be zombies, could be rising prices of food but it was a growing ever nagging urge to horde !
    For most of the morning I ignored work and searched online for the “best prepping supplies”. I knew that what supplies we had stored up would be OK for a short time but they were bulky cans and jugs of water that if the need to move quickly arose would not be easily transportable. Lighter more compact items would be needed. My online search focused on these.
    By noon I had ordered what I felt was a strong foundation for the “family on the move” in extreme circumstances. What I didn’t order online I knew I could pick up locally. Now to switch my focus to work or so I first thought.
    The “news” was not an important part of our daily life but the increased strife around the world was becoming harder to ignore and it seemed that every day food and fuel prices jumped higher. That’s what had Christine alarmed.
    “Thank God we have the garden and the rabbits.” she said after Jesse asked for seconds at dinner. “Prices of everything are higher than last week.”
    Until six months or so ago she couldn’t have told you what anything cost. Now she was well aware of the prices of every food item she bought and how much it had increased.
    “Rabbit’s good.” Jesse said.
    “Oh yeah.” added Caleb, “Dad, what are we going to do with the skins?”
    “How many do we have done?” I asked.
    “Sixteen tanned and five that will be done in a few days.” he answered.
    “I thought we’d save them ‘till we had a hundred then sell them. Why, what do you want to do with them?” I asked.
    “Jesse and I thought we could make something.” he answered.
    “Yeah, like a coat or something.” Jesse chimed in excitedly.
    “You’ll probably need a lot more pelts than we have for a coat.” was my thought.
    “How many more? We have more rabbits, when will we skin them?” Jesse asked.
    “Not for another few weeks. And we only have about five that will be ready. I think you’ll need double what we have and that will be a few months.”
    That answer silenced the conversation for a minute or so. Then Caleb asked, “How much can we get for a pelt?”
    “Around a buck. Maybe three or four if we retail them but that takes longer to sell.” was my guess.
    “That’s almost fifty dollars.” Caleb said, “Let’s just sell them.”
    Caleb was the one who looked at the money to be made. He liked carrying around a wad of cash.
    Conversation turned to what the boys learned in school as we finished eating. An everyone-pitch-in kitchen cleaning made the after dinner work go quickly then a short discussion (kinda-argument really) about what to do next ended with “We’re going to take a walk.” from Christine.
    It was a nice late summer day and perfect for a neighborhood walk. We ended up in some friend’s back yard a couple blocks away. The boys jumped in their pool, lucky they had on swim trunks. Christine sat on the deck with Emma and Marie. I sat on the patio with Carl, Bruce and Jesus.
    Our short walk turned into three hours of talking and swimming and a couple of beers. It was dark when we walked home and we were worn out. It has been a long day and we were all ready for bed.
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    Wednesday morning came early again. By now I knew that if I was wide awake at this time of morning I should just get up. There was a reason for it and I was not going to get back to sleep. I headed downstairs, grabbed some

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