decided to stay in the shop for the night. They locked up the car and took their bags upstairs where the shop had set up a small camp to demonstrate the tents.
They set up some wind-up lamps, making a mental note to take all that they could find, got a camping stove on the go and started to cook up some food. Neil called it mountaineering spew – stewed steak and a tin of new potatoes – but complained that there should be an egg in it. Afterwards, Dan offered to wash the dishes, and when Neil graciously agreed to allow him, he lobbed the dirty pan over his shoulder. They both laughed, and Neil poured two glasses, well, plastic cups, of single malt.
“So mate, what’s the plan?” Neil asked.
“I’m not sure there is one” Dan mused “but I’m certain we can’t cruise the country forever like this – I don’t think I could adapt to this level of decadence” he said, raising his brightly coloured beaker to Neil in a toast.
“Yeah, good one, seriously though, what are we going to do?” Neil asked as he leant forward.
Dan noticed how quickly it’d become a ‘we’ scenario, then thought about how many other survivors there could be out there. He’d covered about twelve miles from home, passed through two small towns and gone down major roads and he’d only seen Neil. That’s got to be two in more than ten thousand people alive? There was what, sixty plus million in the UK? There could only be a few thousand human beings alive on this island so yeah, he thought it had to be a ‘we’ situation.
“Well” Dan started, not really knowing where all this was coming from, “we need to establish a temporary camp, somewhere with access to food and water and other supplies. We need to collect vehicles, food, equipment and most importantly, more of us. We can’t grow crops just the two of us, and we sure as shit aren’t going to perpetuate the human race!”
Neil laughed, but seemed deep in thought. “Yes mate. That’s a plan. Go on”
He continued, “…and when there’s enough of us we need to find a permanent site, go all Victorian Farm or something. Somewhere that can house lots of us, somewhere we can grow crops and raise livestock and all that stuff I have no idea about. We could start our own society; I’ll be the President and you could be in charge of accents…”
They both laughed, sipped their single malts in perfect synchronicity and leaned back onto their camp beds, deep in.
LAND ROVERS
They woke the next morning with a little more purpose. Packed the car with as much as they could, including more tins and bottled water from a nearby shop, and set out with their plan of building a survivors’ society. They decided that the X5 had to go; it was a big vehicle but the boot was fitted with the stuff for the guns and didn’t have enough space plus it had too many fancy gadgets which would maximise its breaking down potential.
A set of decent walkie-talkies were found, along with a stack of batteries. Dan tried the police radio in the car, but without power to the systems the digital network was down.
First stop, proper survival vehicles. They discussed this, and without much argument settled on Land Rovers. Ten miles away was a dealership, and after having to reverse the X5 through the big glass doors they set about car shopping.
Neil had his heart set on a new Range Rover, but Dan argued that they needed to be less bling about their choices and more utilitarian.
He settled on a black one-ten Defender with a roof rack and Neil eventually followed suit and chose a similar grey one. Dan’s had a winch on the front, which he thought would come in handy at some point. It took a while to find the keys and tools to remove the wheels from other Defenders and strap them down on the racks so both had another five spare wheels.
They found a few jerrycans in the garage, and Dan helped himself to the speed jack they’d used to get the other wheels off. After he’d almost choked himself on
They set up some wind-up lamps, making a mental note to take all that they could find, got a camping stove on the go and started to cook up some food. Neil called it mountaineering spew – stewed steak and a tin of new potatoes – but complained that there should be an egg in it. Afterwards, Dan offered to wash the dishes, and when Neil graciously agreed to allow him, he lobbed the dirty pan over his shoulder. They both laughed, and Neil poured two glasses, well, plastic cups, of single malt.
“So mate, what’s the plan?” Neil asked.
“I’m not sure there is one” Dan mused “but I’m certain we can’t cruise the country forever like this – I don’t think I could adapt to this level of decadence” he said, raising his brightly coloured beaker to Neil in a toast.
“Yeah, good one, seriously though, what are we going to do?” Neil asked as he leant forward.
Dan noticed how quickly it’d become a ‘we’ scenario, then thought about how many other survivors there could be out there. He’d covered about twelve miles from home, passed through two small towns and gone down major roads and he’d only seen Neil. That’s got to be two in more than ten thousand people alive? There was what, sixty plus million in the UK? There could only be a few thousand human beings alive on this island so yeah, he thought it had to be a ‘we’ situation.
“Well” Dan started, not really knowing where all this was coming from, “we need to establish a temporary camp, somewhere with access to food and water and other supplies. We need to collect vehicles, food, equipment and most importantly, more of us. We can’t grow crops just the two of us, and we sure as shit aren’t going to perpetuate the human race!”
Neil laughed, but seemed deep in thought. “Yes mate. That’s a plan. Go on”
He continued, “…and when there’s enough of us we need to find a permanent site, go all Victorian Farm or something. Somewhere that can house lots of us, somewhere we can grow crops and raise livestock and all that stuff I have no idea about. We could start our own society; I’ll be the President and you could be in charge of accents…”
They both laughed, sipped their single malts in perfect synchronicity and leaned back onto their camp beds, deep in.
LAND ROVERS
They woke the next morning with a little more purpose. Packed the car with as much as they could, including more tins and bottled water from a nearby shop, and set out with their plan of building a survivors’ society. They decided that the X5 had to go; it was a big vehicle but the boot was fitted with the stuff for the guns and didn’t have enough space plus it had too many fancy gadgets which would maximise its breaking down potential.
A set of decent walkie-talkies were found, along with a stack of batteries. Dan tried the police radio in the car, but without power to the systems the digital network was down.
First stop, proper survival vehicles. They discussed this, and without much argument settled on Land Rovers. Ten miles away was a dealership, and after having to reverse the X5 through the big glass doors they set about car shopping.
Neil had his heart set on a new Range Rover, but Dan argued that they needed to be less bling about their choices and more utilitarian.
He settled on a black one-ten Defender with a roof rack and Neil eventually followed suit and chose a similar grey one. Dan’s had a winch on the front, which he thought would come in handy at some point. It took a while to find the keys and tools to remove the wheels from other Defenders and strap them down on the racks so both had another five spare wheels.
They found a few jerrycans in the garage, and Dan helped himself to the speed jack they’d used to get the other wheels off. After he’d almost choked himself on
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