Our End Of The Lake: Surviving After The 2012 Solar Storm (Prepper Trilogy) by Ron Foster Page A
Authors: Ron Foster
Tags: Fiction, Survival, 2012, post apocalyptic, End of the world, survivor, survivalist, teotwawki, prepper, shtf, preppers, lake, EMP, preparedness, solar storm, retreat, electromagnetic pulse
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outdoor kitchen we had set up.
“Too late for that, we got at least six more hours of burn time needed to finish what we started and folks won’t be so desperate yet, that they’d try to force an issue, if we look armed to the teeth.” I said decidedly.
“I can shoot, if you need me to.” Phil said dejectedly as he realized he wasn’t going to be able to just rest today.
“Let’s just get prepared for the worst, and hope for the best. Dumps, get those guns out and I will bike up the road and do a little recon to see if I can anticipate just what we might be in for.” I said rising to my feet.
“I am on it.” Dump said heading in to the house.
“What should we be doing while you are gone?” Ray said accepting, but not really trusting my judgment yet.
“Help Dump load, and make up some signs on cardboard or something to say ‘no trespassing’, ‘move on’ etc. Philburn can keep watch, if he is feeling up to it. Dump needs to watch the fire and kind of play roving guard and occasionally look for me to be coming back, I shouldn’t be long.” I said getting ready to mount that stupid looking bike.
“You can borrow mine to do that.” Ray said to my instant relief.
“It will be just fine, Martha.” I said consolingly and mounting Ray’s bicycle and heading out down the driveway.
“Be careful!” she cried to my departure.
“I must have been a danged fool to walk all that way in my condition, but I didn’t know what else to do.” Phil said to Dump who was handing him a shotgun and watching my departure.
“Sounds like you had no choice, to me.” Dump said, uncasing a lever action 30-30 and reaching towards his back pocket for a box of ammo to go with it.
“Damn, there is a friggin’ arsenal in that closet!” Ray said carrying out two rifle cases and a pistol box.
Martha interjected into the men’s conversation and admiration of the weapons with, “What kind of signs did David say to make?” she admonished, as if to say nobody should get trigger happy.
“He said something about just getting the message across that people should keep moving on by this place.” Phil offered.
“Let’s put up a big sheet with skull and crossbones on it.” Dump suggested looking wicked.
“That’s not what he meant, he said we should help small groups, but be prepared for repelling mobs.” Martha scolded.
“That would repel me…” Dump started to say, before Martha and Ray looked at him pointedly.
“I better go check that fire.” Dump said picking up a Marlin 30-30.
“You do that, and don’t forget to look for Dave coming back, in case he needs you.” Martha said, while feeling Phil’s forehead like she was doing some kind of good in this hundred degree weather.
A belligerent, but chastised, Dump Truck wandered back to his cooking efforts and resumed the chore of leveling the coals. Meantime, Ray talked to Phil about the impromptu wedding and his and Martha’s plans to team up and get through this radical change in living conditions.
“Philburn, you still got horses over at your place?” Ray asked contemplating a lead into a conversation where he might just be able to have the upper hand with this old horse trader, for a change.
“I got a couple of old retired nags, but I just got done selling off most of my stock. Wish I hadn’t, we got a use for them now don’t we.” He said with the same old dollar signs in his eyes Ray was used too from past dealings with the old miser.
“You still got any of those old tractors you used to collect?” Ray said setting the old negotiator up for a fall.
He doesn’t really collect them he just buys up old pieces of shit and gets them barely running to sell to someone as“Antique” when he can get away with it, Ray thought to himself .
“Oh, I got a couple, I been restoring, you seen that rare one I got out on the road in front of my place with the for sale sign on it?” His eyes sparkling as his nose smelled new money out of trash.
“Too late for that, we got at least six more hours of burn time needed to finish what we started and folks won’t be so desperate yet, that they’d try to force an issue, if we look armed to the teeth.” I said decidedly.
“I can shoot, if you need me to.” Phil said dejectedly as he realized he wasn’t going to be able to just rest today.
“Let’s just get prepared for the worst, and hope for the best. Dumps, get those guns out and I will bike up the road and do a little recon to see if I can anticipate just what we might be in for.” I said rising to my feet.
“I am on it.” Dump said heading in to the house.
“What should we be doing while you are gone?” Ray said accepting, but not really trusting my judgment yet.
“Help Dump load, and make up some signs on cardboard or something to say ‘no trespassing’, ‘move on’ etc. Philburn can keep watch, if he is feeling up to it. Dump needs to watch the fire and kind of play roving guard and occasionally look for me to be coming back, I shouldn’t be long.” I said getting ready to mount that stupid looking bike.
“You can borrow mine to do that.” Ray said to my instant relief.
“It will be just fine, Martha.” I said consolingly and mounting Ray’s bicycle and heading out down the driveway.
“Be careful!” she cried to my departure.
“I must have been a danged fool to walk all that way in my condition, but I didn’t know what else to do.” Phil said to Dump who was handing him a shotgun and watching my departure.
“Sounds like you had no choice, to me.” Dump said, uncasing a lever action 30-30 and reaching towards his back pocket for a box of ammo to go with it.
“Damn, there is a friggin’ arsenal in that closet!” Ray said carrying out two rifle cases and a pistol box.
Martha interjected into the men’s conversation and admiration of the weapons with, “What kind of signs did David say to make?” she admonished, as if to say nobody should get trigger happy.
“He said something about just getting the message across that people should keep moving on by this place.” Phil offered.
“Let’s put up a big sheet with skull and crossbones on it.” Dump suggested looking wicked.
“That’s not what he meant, he said we should help small groups, but be prepared for repelling mobs.” Martha scolded.
“That would repel me…” Dump started to say, before Martha and Ray looked at him pointedly.
“I better go check that fire.” Dump said picking up a Marlin 30-30.
“You do that, and don’t forget to look for Dave coming back, in case he needs you.” Martha said, while feeling Phil’s forehead like she was doing some kind of good in this hundred degree weather.
A belligerent, but chastised, Dump Truck wandered back to his cooking efforts and resumed the chore of leveling the coals. Meantime, Ray talked to Phil about the impromptu wedding and his and Martha’s plans to team up and get through this radical change in living conditions.
“Philburn, you still got horses over at your place?” Ray asked contemplating a lead into a conversation where he might just be able to have the upper hand with this old horse trader, for a change.
“I got a couple of old retired nags, but I just got done selling off most of my stock. Wish I hadn’t, we got a use for them now don’t we.” He said with the same old dollar signs in his eyes Ray was used too from past dealings with the old miser.
“You still got any of those old tractors you used to collect?” Ray said setting the old negotiator up for a fall.
He doesn’t really collect them he just buys up old pieces of shit and gets them barely running to sell to someone as“Antique” when he can get away with it, Ray thought to himself .
“Oh, I got a couple, I been restoring, you seen that rare one I got out on the road in front of my place with the for sale sign on it?” His eyes sparkling as his nose smelled new money out of trash.
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