Our End Of The Lake: Surviving After The 2012 Solar Storm (Prepper Trilogy) Read Online Free PDF Page A

that? I’ve seen on TV shows they could stop cars and electronics with some kind of weird beam. That’s why those kids could get so close to me, I didn’t see them coming, because I was looking up at the sky for a UFO or a mushroom cloud or something.”
    “No.” I replied. “It’s like a solar flare. Happened before in 1859 and fried all the telegraph lines then. NASA’s been warning us for years that we were going to have a big event like this in 2012 or 2013, but these things are hard to pin point.” I explained, while looking around to see what professor Dump Truck was up to. He had moved a few steps down the street and was watching the direction that our hoodlums had run off in.
    “We best move on before they round up their Posse and come back.” he said.
    “Damn, I wouldn’t put it past them, good thinking Dump.” I said eyeing the area.
    “What did you call him?” the woman asked, still thinking about aliens and eying my own personal mutant bodyguard.
    “His street handle is Dump Truck, sort of a nickname, Call him Dumpie for short” I said as Truck ambled back over. That last name I had for my bar ape produced a beautiful smile and a giggled response.
    “Well, hi and thanks, Dumpie.” she cheerfully said and extended her hand to him.
    I didn’t think he could get anymore red faced than he was already but, she actually made him blush!
    “Dump Truck is the bouncer or doorman for Pandora’s Wreck. I guess you might say he takes the trash out, so the nickname fits.” I said grinning.
    “Oh, I get it. That’s a cool name.” She said.
    “I am Melanie.” she said and extended her hand to me.
    “David. Hey, where are you headed?” I asked.
    “Towards Cheshire Bridge.” she said, looking hopeful at the thought of being escorted by two would be protectors.
    “That’s back about 5 miles from where we came from. It’s not too bad that way at the moment.” I told her not relishing the thought of even considering going back instead of onward to home.
    “Uh… David.” Dump started to remind me. I glanced around and had an idea.
    “Yeah, we need to get off this street, come on with us, Melanie, if you want and we will move one street over back towards where you are heading and talk for a minute.” I said.
    I really needed to find out what was happening on the interstate and if we weren’t there, when those heathens possibly came back, out of sight might be out of mind.
    “I wouldn’t mind an escort out of here, sounds like a plan to me.” Melanie said.
    “Let’s do a little zig-zagging over to the next couple streets and confuse our trail a bit. I am not up for extra walking, but I like to be on the safe side.”
    “Good idea.” they both almost simultaneously said.
    “Dump, keep on looking around for some kind of weapon.” I said.
    “Been doing it, there ain’t shit around when ya need it.” he grumbled. That’s true; we had been having our eyes peeled for anything from a stick to a brick all the way down the road so far. Time to take command here and get my charges thinking war zone and cautious movement through this jungle, a quick scan of the area offered lots of opportunities.
    “Look, normally I would stay in the shadows and out of the middle of the street, but all these cars broke down in the middle of the road might have things we need.” I said in my best pathfinder, military-like manner. I will the take point on the left side of the cars. Melanie, you go on the right side of them. And Dump, you watch our backs and look into storefronts occasionally.” I said while looking for agreement to my newly found leadership role.
    “What exactly are we looking for? I thought you wanted us to find something heavy or sharp as a possible weapon while we evaded those punks.” Melanie asked.
    “See if any of these cars have got keys in them. I want a tire iron or whatever else might be in the trunk.” I replied.
    “A tire iron sure would be nice.” Dump said while looking