What follows is just one part of an ongoing survival fiction series written by John Rourke and has been published on Amazon. It is being made available here for free. A new entry is published every day. The story is written in a daily journal format.
July 19th Trouble on the home front…….
Had a large thunderstorm today with high winds. Unfortunately some of the squash plants in the garden had stalks that broke. Hopefully they are not too bad. Good thing is the rain barrels refilled. Many in the community actually went outside during the storm and stripped down to their underwear and washed up.
Eric made a water entrenchment out of some wood and plastic sheeting. Basically he built a square box 4′ x 4′ x 12″ and lined the inside with two layers of plastic sheeting. He dug the bottom down about 6 inches for more water. When it is raining he is allowing this to fill up via the rainfall. Often in hard rains the rain barrels overfill so during the next rain he will drain some from the barrels and pour the excess into the “pool”. I congratulated him on a good idea. He also made a cover out of thick black plastic and some wood to keep the ultraviolet light from hitting the water. This should minimize the algae growth. Can’t knock more water!
M mentioned to me that she had been talking to Jessie and Jillian (Ryan’s wife). I told her that was great – hoping she was making friends. She said I might not be so glad. She said that many of the women in the neighborhood are questioning why there are only men on the Security Team and involved in patrols. I answered that I guessed that it is likely that more men have experience with firearms than women. I also told her that the patrols were put together with volunteers initially and no women signed up. She said that many women now want to contribute more and that many want to work patrols. I asked her if she was one of the ones. She said that it made her nervous but the answer was “yes”. My heart sank. I stood there silent for what seemed like forever. She asked me what I thought and I was honest and said I didn’t like the idea. I told her that she had little experience with firearms. She said she could be trained.
Damn, she’s right.
I told her that for 20 years I dreamed of a day we would be back together again and I couldn’t bear the thought of loosing her to some slime ball while out on patrol. She pointed out that I walk patrol so what is the difference?
I told her I needed to think about this and we could talk more tomorrow.
I am not sure what to do about M.
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