The Borrowed World: A Novel of Post-Apocalyptic Collapse

The Borrowed World: A Novel of Post-Apocalyptic Collapse Read Online Free PDF

Book: The Borrowed World: A Novel of Post-Apocalyptic Collapse Read Online Free PDF
Author: Franklin Horton
Tags: Science-Fiction, Science Fiction & Fantasy, post apocalyptic, Dystopian
it can be done without substantial risk: 
     
    1. ADDITIONAL FOOD
    2. ADDITIONAL FUEL
    3. ADDITIONAL CASH
     
    As you will be carrying cash to make these purchases, and since panic/rioting could occur at any moment during times of fear and high emotion, you should make certain that you have your concealed weapon and permit on you for your protection.  It should be carried in an available, easily accessible manner, and not buried in a glove compartment or purse.  A round should be in the chamber so that the weapon can be fired quickly without having to rack the slide and chamber a round.  As long as you handle the weapon in the manner that we have discussed and trained on, it will not be dangerous to carry the weapon “hot”.
    If times and conditions permit, proceed with the following:
    Take cash from the emergency money in the gun safe in case power is down or debit card processing technology is down.  If cards can be used, do so and save the cash for later.
     
    1. Load all empty fuel cans into the back of the Suburban.
    2. Go to bank and withdraw $2500 from savings in smaller denominations.
    3. Go to gas station and fill cans.  Gas in red, diesel in yellow.  Pay with card if it will work, use cash if needed.  If there is a line of panic buyers, go ahead and get in line.  It will only be worse and more expensive later.  Be alert that your vehicle does not get penned in.  Always leave room in front of you to get out if you need to.
    4. Remove list from the next page and buy what you can.  Take the kids and have them each push a cart to allow for more purchases.
    5. Be careful.
     
    Ellen took the list from the sleeve and looked it over, then went to wake up the kids.
    Fifteen minutes later, she was driving down the road with two sleepy and unhappy children.  Pete and Ariel were thirteen and eleven and a pretty good mix of their mom and dad's looks and personalities.  Pete took more of his mom's temperament, though, with his soft heart and sensitivity.  Ariel was a no-nonsense, spitfire of a girl.  Clearly her father's daughter.
    Ellen filled them in on the news of the day and the task their father had laid out for them. 
    “Is this the apocalypse?” Ariel asked, rolling her eyes.
    “No,” Ellen said.  “There's just an emergency and Dad wants us to be prepared in case the stores run low.”
    “When is Dad coming home?” Pete asked.
    Ellen composed her reply carefully.  “Dad is starting home now but it may take longer than normal.  Traffic may be slow because of the emergency.”
    Pete sat back and thought about it.  Ellen could tell that this would worry him.
    “Sounds like the crap hit the fan,” Ariel said.
    “Ariel!” Ellen said.  “That's no way for a little girl to talk.”  In the rearview mirror, Ellen could see Pete grinning at this sister.  He was always amused by the things that came out of her mouth.
    Ellen got the money from the bank without incident and crossed the street to the convenience store where she frequently bought gas.  She thought there would be a line already, as any sort of crisis pushed people to buy gas before they did anything else.  There were a few farmers and early risers getting coffee and breakfast biscuits, but she only had to wait behind one vehicle at the pump.  When it moved, she filled her tank, then the red gas cans, letting Pete lift them back into the vehicle for her.  She was glad that he was getting big enough to help with these kinds of things.  He was as tall as she was now and a big kid.  Once the red cans were all filled, she moved around to the diesel pump and did the same with the yellow cans.
    Wal-Mart was about five minutes away and that was her next stop.  When she pulled into the parking lot, she saw that it was no more crowded than any other morning about this time. 
    “I guess no one else got the memo,” Ariel said. 
    “It's only 6:30 in the morning,” Pete said.  “Most people are still in bed.  Reasonable people,
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