Curtain Fall: Second Edition, Disaster, Preparedness, Survival, Awakening (The Gatekeeper Book 1) by Kenneth Cary Page B
Authors: Kenneth Cary
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a night-time hunter, nor did he see the practicality of such a scope for home defense. Besides, John had excellent night vision, and rarely even used a flashlight when he was in total darkness. Still, things were different now, and the threat of perpetual darkness from falling ash presented a new look on night optics.
John had no idea how long the ash would fall, or how long it would linger in the atmosphere after the eruption, but he was certain the skies would remain dark for several days, or possibly even weeks. When he considered the change to the environmental conditions after the disaster, it galvanized his desires to purchase the night scope. He selected one specifically designed for 5.56 ballistics, paid for it at the specialty counter, and then went to find mounting hardware.
He would have preferred to also buy a set of night vision goggles, but they cost much more than he was willing to spend on this trip alone. As a substitute, he instead settled on a pair of Leupold, 10x42 binoculars. They clearly weren’t the same as a pair of night vision goggles, but he knew he’d get better use out of the Leupold binos than the night vision goggles.
When he approached the checkout area, John was a little embarrassed by how full his cart was. He was afraid the clerk would comment,maybe ask him why he was buying so much ammo, but she didn’t say a word as she scanned, first John’s driver’s license, and then his merchandise. Though John had never seen one as large as his, apparently large ammo purchases weren’t that uncommon for the store.
The cashier dutifully scanned and bagged John’s items, and waited patiently as he pulled out his walled and fished out his credit card. He quickly swiped it through the reader and waited for the cahier to complete the transaction.
“Would you like to donate your change to . . .”
“No thank you,” said John, before she could finish.
“Oooo-kay,” she replied, a and gave John a curious look.
He ignored the comment, and the look. He hated unsolicited donation requests, especially when he was handling money. John was against contributing to any charity, be it a wildlife preservation fund or otherwise, because he thought they were mostly scams.
Given his current perspective on the future, putting money toward anything other than preparedness was a reckless waste. The preservation of his family was now his number one priority, and he would leverage all his available resources to make that happen. Therefore, he saw giving handouts to any charitable organization, certainly one that would cease to exist when the disaster occurred, as a huge waste of resources. Another thing that annoyed John was that he knew the cashier would feel the same way if she knew what he knew. In fact, he figured she’d be right behind him in line.
As he put the heavy, dark green plastic shopping bags into his cart, John regretted his disdain, and wished there was some way he could feel better about what he knew. If there was some way to communicate the approaching disaster with people, and do it with any kind of authority, he would. But the reality of his situation is that he knew he couldn’t expect strangers to listen, let alone act on his words. As for his friends and family, well, that was a different matter altogether. He would have to think of something to say to them, to help them. They deserved to know what was coming, or at least know how he felt about the approachingdisaster. John knew he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he didn’t at least try to warn others.
He looked into the cart, and for the first time the enormity of the bill struck him. It wasn’t so much about running up a large tab on his credit card, because he had the money to pay it off. It was about spending so much money without first talking to Jenna. They agreed to always discuss purchases over three-hundred dollars, and John had just exceeded that agreement by a factor of ten. The problem was, he didn’t
John had no idea how long the ash would fall, or how long it would linger in the atmosphere after the eruption, but he was certain the skies would remain dark for several days, or possibly even weeks. When he considered the change to the environmental conditions after the disaster, it galvanized his desires to purchase the night scope. He selected one specifically designed for 5.56 ballistics, paid for it at the specialty counter, and then went to find mounting hardware.
He would have preferred to also buy a set of night vision goggles, but they cost much more than he was willing to spend on this trip alone. As a substitute, he instead settled on a pair of Leupold, 10x42 binoculars. They clearly weren’t the same as a pair of night vision goggles, but he knew he’d get better use out of the Leupold binos than the night vision goggles.
When he approached the checkout area, John was a little embarrassed by how full his cart was. He was afraid the clerk would comment,maybe ask him why he was buying so much ammo, but she didn’t say a word as she scanned, first John’s driver’s license, and then his merchandise. Though John had never seen one as large as his, apparently large ammo purchases weren’t that uncommon for the store.
The cashier dutifully scanned and bagged John’s items, and waited patiently as he pulled out his walled and fished out his credit card. He quickly swiped it through the reader and waited for the cahier to complete the transaction.
“Would you like to donate your change to . . .”
“No thank you,” said John, before she could finish.
“Oooo-kay,” she replied, a and gave John a curious look.
He ignored the comment, and the look. He hated unsolicited donation requests, especially when he was handling money. John was against contributing to any charity, be it a wildlife preservation fund or otherwise, because he thought they were mostly scams.
Given his current perspective on the future, putting money toward anything other than preparedness was a reckless waste. The preservation of his family was now his number one priority, and he would leverage all his available resources to make that happen. Therefore, he saw giving handouts to any charitable organization, certainly one that would cease to exist when the disaster occurred, as a huge waste of resources. Another thing that annoyed John was that he knew the cashier would feel the same way if she knew what he knew. In fact, he figured she’d be right behind him in line.
As he put the heavy, dark green plastic shopping bags into his cart, John regretted his disdain, and wished there was some way he could feel better about what he knew. If there was some way to communicate the approaching disaster with people, and do it with any kind of authority, he would. But the reality of his situation is that he knew he couldn’t expect strangers to listen, let alone act on his words. As for his friends and family, well, that was a different matter altogether. He would have to think of something to say to them, to help them. They deserved to know what was coming, or at least know how he felt about the approachingdisaster. John knew he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he didn’t at least try to warn others.
He looked into the cart, and for the first time the enormity of the bill struck him. It wasn’t so much about running up a large tab on his credit card, because he had the money to pay it off. It was about spending so much money without first talking to Jenna. They agreed to always discuss purchases over three-hundred dollars, and John had just exceeded that agreement by a factor of ten. The problem was, he didn’t
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