Curtain Fall: Second Edition, Disaster, Preparedness, Survival, Awakening (The Gatekeeper Book 1) by Kenneth Cary
Authors: Kenneth Cary
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Camping Gear (Inspect / Prepare), Fencing Materials (Wire, Engineer Stakes), and finally, Duct Tape (Lots of).
John reviewed the list several times, sometimes adding a note, or removing an item when he realized he was adequately prepared in a certain area. By all outward appearances, John’s list wasn’t much to look at, but it was more a testament to his overall level of preparedness, than to his attention to detail. For John, the list was more a checklist than anything.
He knew the ash would do a number on the American agricultural belt, and that it would choke all rivers, lakes and streams, but mostly, he wondered what the ash would do to the people who tried to live under it. Some would certainly try to evacuate, but that would only work for those living far enough away from the eruption and the heaviest curtain of ash fall.
Scientists estimated that ash from previous eruptions accumulated to several inches in Texas, to many feet deep in Colorado and Utah, and yards deep in Idaho and Wyoming. “There would certainly be refugees,” thought John, “And they’ll come by the thousands. No, the tens of thousands. And they’ll all be heading this way.”
J ohn bent down to open his gun safe, saw that it was already opened, and was filled with a momentary flash of panic. He shot a hand to the small of his back, feeling the telltale bulge of a weapon already on him, and breathed again. He knew he was totally consumed with thoughts about the disaster, but forgetting he was carrying his weapon was a whole new level of distraction for him. He realized, with a sigh, that the only way to recover his wits was to get out of the office and begin his preparedness work.
He closed the gun safe and quickly looked around the office one last time. The only article of interest that remained was a wall mounted picture of him and his family on their most recent ski trip to Vail, Colorado. After lifting the picture from the wall, he examined it closely. Thoughts of the disaster tried to cloud his mind once again. To think that they, as a family, would never again enjoy such a fun-filled ski vacation saddened him, but he quickly suppressed that emotion, and slipped the framed eight-by-ten picture into his briefcase.
Satisfied that he collected everything he could without leaving the obvious impression that he was abandoning ship, John picked up his briefcase and walked to the door. It felt like he was escaping from a prisoner of war camp, that he was leaving friends behind to fend for themselves, but he felt powerless to help anyone.
John briefly considered stopping by Tony’s desk to say goodbye on the way out, but then he thought better of it. Such a gesture would have been entirely out of character for John. He never before said such goodbyes to anyone, even Tony, when he covered for him.
He recognized the importance of staying in character, but of all the people he was leaving, Terry bothered him the most. He reached Terry’s floor and considered stopping in, but again, he felt the overwhelming need to just leave, to not give anyone cause to suspect something was different. John knew Terry already saw a difference in him, so stopping by his office would definitely raise another flag. “ No ,” thought John, “ I’ve got to leave the way I always do .”
John’s early departure gave him a jump on the commute traffic, and that’s exactly what he hoped for. Hitting the freeway at four-thirty made all the difference, and he was quickly cruising north, up IH-35W, doing a comfortable seventy miles-per-hour. Though it was true he wanted to clear the congestion around the 820 interchange, John’s primary goal was to reach the nearest outfitter store, which was the Cabela’s near the Alliance Airport, by five o’clock.
Ammunition wasn’t high on his priority list. He had plenty, at least for a normal environment, but he wanted more and didn’t think he’d make it back this way for some time. As for Cabela’s, at least for
John reviewed the list several times, sometimes adding a note, or removing an item when he realized he was adequately prepared in a certain area. By all outward appearances, John’s list wasn’t much to look at, but it was more a testament to his overall level of preparedness, than to his attention to detail. For John, the list was more a checklist than anything.
He knew the ash would do a number on the American agricultural belt, and that it would choke all rivers, lakes and streams, but mostly, he wondered what the ash would do to the people who tried to live under it. Some would certainly try to evacuate, but that would only work for those living far enough away from the eruption and the heaviest curtain of ash fall.
Scientists estimated that ash from previous eruptions accumulated to several inches in Texas, to many feet deep in Colorado and Utah, and yards deep in Idaho and Wyoming. “There would certainly be refugees,” thought John, “And they’ll come by the thousands. No, the tens of thousands. And they’ll all be heading this way.”
J ohn bent down to open his gun safe, saw that it was already opened, and was filled with a momentary flash of panic. He shot a hand to the small of his back, feeling the telltale bulge of a weapon already on him, and breathed again. He knew he was totally consumed with thoughts about the disaster, but forgetting he was carrying his weapon was a whole new level of distraction for him. He realized, with a sigh, that the only way to recover his wits was to get out of the office and begin his preparedness work.
He closed the gun safe and quickly looked around the office one last time. The only article of interest that remained was a wall mounted picture of him and his family on their most recent ski trip to Vail, Colorado. After lifting the picture from the wall, he examined it closely. Thoughts of the disaster tried to cloud his mind once again. To think that they, as a family, would never again enjoy such a fun-filled ski vacation saddened him, but he quickly suppressed that emotion, and slipped the framed eight-by-ten picture into his briefcase.
Satisfied that he collected everything he could without leaving the obvious impression that he was abandoning ship, John picked up his briefcase and walked to the door. It felt like he was escaping from a prisoner of war camp, that he was leaving friends behind to fend for themselves, but he felt powerless to help anyone.
John briefly considered stopping by Tony’s desk to say goodbye on the way out, but then he thought better of it. Such a gesture would have been entirely out of character for John. He never before said such goodbyes to anyone, even Tony, when he covered for him.
He recognized the importance of staying in character, but of all the people he was leaving, Terry bothered him the most. He reached Terry’s floor and considered stopping in, but again, he felt the overwhelming need to just leave, to not give anyone cause to suspect something was different. John knew Terry already saw a difference in him, so stopping by his office would definitely raise another flag. “ No ,” thought John, “ I’ve got to leave the way I always do .”
John’s early departure gave him a jump on the commute traffic, and that’s exactly what he hoped for. Hitting the freeway at four-thirty made all the difference, and he was quickly cruising north, up IH-35W, doing a comfortable seventy miles-per-hour. Though it was true he wanted to clear the congestion around the 820 interchange, John’s primary goal was to reach the nearest outfitter store, which was the Cabela’s near the Alliance Airport, by five o’clock.
Ammunition wasn’t high on his priority list. He had plenty, at least for a normal environment, but he wanted more and didn’t think he’d make it back this way for some time. As for Cabela’s, at least for
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