If you consider a situation like Katrina then I would loot food, water and other necessities. In fact many food stores in NOLA allowed and even encouraged people to take what they needed. They figured that without power and standing water all that stuff was going to be a lost anyway.
Page 79: You barely finish the last bottle of Brandy. You started with the good, manly stuff, but it all blurred together after a few days. For some reason, you still feel insanely thirsty. You remember briefly considering grabbing some food and water, but that sweet sweet alcohol was calling your name. You decide to head out in search of more booze. What could go wrong? You pass a mirror on the way out of your house. You look horrible. It seems as though you passed out in a puddle of your own vomit and it's dried to your face and exposed arms. A dim voice in your head tells you to get your drank on, then worry about washing. Priorities. You stumble down the road and make it to the corner liquor store. You stumble inside. That last bottle of Brandy just wasn't enough! "Braaaa..." is all you can manage to belch out stumbling around the looted store, looking for the stuff. Suddenly, you hear a yelp behind you. "Damn! It's a zombie! I told you! I freaking told you, man! Zombie apocalypse!" You stumble around in a wide circle, fixing one bloodshot eye on a group of men with weapons. "BRaaand?" "Ah snap, it wants your brains, dude!" one of them yells. The leader rushes towards you and hits you in the head with a baseball bat. You fall to your knees. "Braand" "Double tap, fool!" says a voice from somewhere. You feel another hard blow to your face. All you can see is the spinning ceiling. The men stand over you. "Damn. Look at it. It looks all rotten and stuff. Like a puke sandwich." "Braaa?" You murmur through broken teeth. "Tough SOB. Blast it, Wes" In a moment of clarity, you turn your head away from the gun barrel and see a full bottle of brandy that had rolled under a shelf. You reach out for it as the shotgun blasts your head to bits. ..... THE END
Just curious, do you have any experience preparing for these things (e.g., military or experiencing it first hand)? If so, what can you suggest in order to survive those few weeks? I've been putting together a survival kit to last a week (on the road if necessary).
Not at all. But when Ike took out power for a week to our neighborhood, we survived well. The nrighbors around me came to me for help. I had two propane grills. I lent one to my neighbor. I have a natural gas stove, so while other neighbors with electric ranges couldn't cook, I could. I also had a coleman camping stove if anyone wanted to use it. I have a DC power inverter that lets me run DC electricity out my car's cigarette lighter. It powered a small TV/radio, charged cell phones, kept a fan running on us at night. I'm considering buying a generator. I have a coleman lantern which provided plenty of light. I have a four-station osmosis water filtration system with a 3-gallon reservoir. I filled a bunch of 2-liter bottles with water before the storm. Had LOTS of water So I rigged a rope swing from the oak tree in my front yard, put some chairs and a table on my driveway, rolled out my grill, and my neighbors came (bringing food from their fridges) and I cooked tons of stuff for everybody. Might as well cook it all - it's going to go to waste anyway, right? Also.... I waited in line at Kroger to buy ice for the seniors that in live in our neighborhood. The younger people in our neighborhood went door-to-door to the seniors in our neighborhood and we gathered the debris in their yards to the curb for them (yeah - I know I'm 41, but to the old folks around me, I'm a young 'un). I offered to help in any way for any of the seniors around who needed water or electricity, or anything else.
Xerobull, awesome! I used to love those stories as a kid.. I voted Food and Water, especially if I had a family to take for. Guns and ammo would be nice if I had about a years full of food and water I can just hole up and play rambo from my house. No internet would suck tho.
Page 101: You approach the heavily barricaded grocery store. A man in a black ski mask with a shotgun comes out from behind the barricade. You hear the several clicks that you think there might be guns being cocked. "State yer business" says the man in the ski mask. "I need some supplies...water, food. Anything you have. I can pay" "Har! I bet. What do you have to pay with?" the man says, looking you up and down. "JEWELRY. I'll trade you this 4-carat diamond ring for a gallon of water and some canned food." "HA! What am I going to do with a diamond ring? Wipe my arse? What else you got, boy?" Your resolve breaks. "Necklaces, bracelets! A whole display case worth! Take it all! Just...I'll even take only water! Please!" "You know what we're getting for a gallon of clean water, boy? I ain't interested in yer rocks...." The man is interrupted by a tall man who looks vaguely familiar to you. He whispers into the leader's ear. "Tracy here likes yer look. He'll give you his share of sellin' rations today....for a special price!" The man in the ski mask laughs. The man called Tracy just stares at you. "Don't worry! Tracy starts off strong, but usually quits when it's crunch time! Won't hurt...much! Ha ha ha!" You look down at the pavement, feeling defeated. You thought you were so smart going for the loot when everyone else was just thinking about staying alive. Do you: Try to find a place that will take your worthless trinkets for food and water? Turn to page 66. Walk around the corner, construct a weapon made of jewelery, and come howling back to attack the barricade? Turn to page 115. Decide to pay the man's "Special Price" to survive another day? Turn to page 300. ....
