Bug Out! Preppers on the Move!

By Ron Foster

Book two of the Prepper trilogy finds the disaster planner and emergency manager Dave faced with the choice of bugging out with his cohort of freinds and family as he watches the societal collapse and demise of civilization around him after a electromagnetic pulse (EMP) solar storm has taken out the grid. A post apocalyptic fiction series that takes you through the trials and tribulations of survival after the predicted Nasa 2012 solar super storm unravels the lives and lifestyles of a group of modern day survivalists. The preppers descide on a lake front bug out with bags in hand as well as a unique group of operating vehicles from a bobcat loader to a lawn tractor.Will they survive? Could you? Let us find out, and join the party down the desolate dystopian landscape of a new begining in a world without lights or technology.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ron Foster
• Release date: Jul 8, 2011
• ISBN: 9781452418087

Ron Foster

Southern author, Ron Foster has shared his vast knowledge in a large library of books about survival and preparedness, both fiction and nonfiction. He is best known for his "prepper fiction"- Even his fiction books are loaded with survival and self sufficiency techniques that one can learn from. Ron Foster's knowledge in his field is extensive and has well prepared him for writing about survival in a post-apocalyptic world, where society has broken down. He has had many competencies in his background including, being a Gemologist (diamond and colored stone appraiser), an Investment Banker, an Army Soldier and an Air Force Airman. Other skills landed him as a Corporate Administrator and Entrepreneur in many different capacities. Ron has also received a Bachelor of Science Degree from Empire State College in Human Services, with a specialty in Emergency Management Administration and Planning, at the age of 50. He has a Masters of Administrative Science (MAS) Degree from Fairleigh Dickinson University with seven graduate certificates. Certifications include: Alabama Emergency Managers Association (Certified Emergency Manager), National Association Of Safety Professionals (Certified Emergency Management Specialist), FEMA Professional Development Certificate Series awarded. Graduate Certificates in: Administrative Science, Emergency Management Administration, Global Security and Terrorism Studies Certificate, Displaced Persons Certificate, School Security & Safety Administration Certificate, Law and Public Safety Administration, and Non Profit Organization and Management. He also holds a Masters of Science Degree from Capella University in Human Services. Read one book written by Ron Foster, and you'll want to read more. You'll be sure to enjoy, and you'll have a few tricks up your sleeve when your done! Tricks that could save your life.

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BUG OUT!

PREPPERS ON THE MOVE!

By

RON FOSTER

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Acknowledgements

Because she is my Ace,

Cheryl Chamlies

1

A WHALE OF A TALE

I awoke to the sound of thunder and a flash of light. Good! We need some rain. I thought and rolled over to go back to sleep. More rumbling. What the hell is that? That’s not thunder, I thought, becoming strategically awake and reaching for the Mossberg 500 shotgun in my Mom’s living room, while being totally disoriented, but going tactical from training anyway.

There is that sound again, sounds like a high school play with somebody rattling sheet metal for a thunderstorm effect. I stayed low to the floor and tried to peer out the window, but it was dark as hell outside and I couldn’t really discern the shapes I was observing.

FLASH! Damn, I am blinded! I just caught the beams of what looked like small headlights before my night adjusted eyes saw spots and nothing else but bright ass light in front of my driveway window.

I scurried towards the far wall and tried to see the door, but was having a hard time getting my eyes adjusted. There was a weird UH! UH! Grunting sound emitting from my front yard and some voices accompanying the metallic racket going on argumentatively that I couldn’t make out clearly.

What the hell was that? I could see my Mom’s flashlight traversing the hallway and tried to whisper, Stay back there," as softly as I could and her still hear me.

What is it? she said in hushed tones from the hallway.

I don’t know. I responded just as quietly and edged closer to the window, while still trying to keep an eye on the door.

I managed to ease up to the window and pull a corner of the curtain back and did a rapid response look and got zapped by the lights again, but I did see something this time before regaining the cover of the wall.

What was it? my Mom whispered loudly from the safety of the hallway.

I am not sure, give me a second. I replied. I sure didn’t want to tell her I thought I saw Ben Franklin trying to unload a Manatee from a garden trailer.

What the #$% in the world is that in my drive way. I thought determined to take a longer look at the creatures doing a see saw dance, even if it killed me, and peered back out.

Ahhh, Hell. It’s Jack and his wife! I said, ending the suspense and my Mom’s agony over the unknown, and proceeded to stand and make my way to the door.

I saw the strangest sight I thought I would ever see, as I observed a lawn tractor with a tiny garden trailer attached to it. And that Jack had already removed a bunch of stuff from it, but his over large wife was having difficulty getting out and was looking a lot like a turtle on its back, a large turtle trying to right itself.

Put that gun down and quit laughing, David, and come over here and help me get her loose. Jack said still grunting and trying to pull up what I had thought was manatee, until a minute ago.

Hey Jack, Lois. I declared trying to stifle another chuckle and coming to assist.

Jack? Is that you? My elderly mom called out, not so sure that it wasn’t impossible for him to bring me a live bear tied up in a trailer to figure out what to do with.

It’s me, Betty. Lois is just having a bit of trouble getting out. he responded while taking out another sack to see if that helped to free her.

What kind of Looeeze do you have in there Jack? my mom asked, still unsure about what it was we were wrestling with, and instantly making me lose my grip and both me and Jack to start laughing uproariously

It’s ME! LOIS, Mrs. Dupree. Said a little pissed off, but still respectful of her elders, Lois, as we finally managed to heft her out of the tiny trailer to the thunderous sounds of the lightweight sheet metal bottom Jack had tack-welded onto the rusted out trailer bed trying to resume its former shape.

With a warning glance at me and Jack to stop sniggering, she went to console my confused mother.

Jack leaned over and whispered to me, I couldn’t figure out any other way to carry this stuff except pile it on her in the trailer. he said, as we gathered bags and I could hardly stand from trying to contain the mirth of it all.

Well, come inside. my Mom said to Lois, as Jack and I still were biting our tongues at the humor of it all and how I reacted to the scare.

My house burned down, or is burning down. Jack said seriously, gathering up some loose bits of stuff that had gotten dropped in the process of un-wedging his wife.

Ah, Hell. I responded and looked at the various and sundry bags of stuff Jack had managed to fit on the lawn tractor and stuff in the trailer on his wife.

There is a huge forest fire burning in Clanton and its taking out a lot of neighborhoods, we are going to her folks house over in Pike county tomorrow sometime. he said while gathering an arm load of stuff and with me dragging other bags of crap we delivered our first load in the house.

When we get done unloading, pull around to the back next to that oak tree by my shop. I got some logging chain we can secure that lawn mower down with. I advised Jack on our trip back to the driveway.

You been having many problems around here with would be thieves? Jack asked surveying the neighborhood.

I have only been back a few days myself and haven’t heard about much. There is supposed to be a food distribution up at Normandale, if you want to try your luck. I offered for his consideration.

Jack fired up the mower and pulled it around back, while I went to get the chain.

I will go to the distribution tomorrow and help you, Lois can stay with your Mom, while we are gone. he responded, while latching a heavy duty bicycle lock through the chain.

I am not expecting any trouble; but if you want, you can have that old CZ 52 to take with you to the drop point. I will just gift it to you. I said wanting him to have some protection and betting he didn’t already have something.

Cool, I always like that old vest penetrator. What caliber is that thing again? He asked.

7.62x25 Tokarov or Russian, whatever you want to call it. Be hard to find ammo for these days, but I got a few hundred rounds that go with it. I said while proceeding back around the house for one last inspection around the driveway.

I remember you said to try to not shoot that thing off in the house. he said laughing. You said the fireball and the sound of it would blind and deafen both you and the burglar, and you be hollering WHAT! At each other when the Cops finally came. He responded sniggering.

That thing does have a flash to it, but you can’t beat it for penetration and speed with those light rounds. Those cheap ball rounds I got come out smoking at 1600 FPS. I advised him.

A 9mm averages, what about 1200 FPS? He asked while proceeding to the side door.

That’s about right. Watch the gun talk around the Old Lady, she doesn’t realize what I got stashed in the house at the moment. Hold up a second. I said, pausing before we got in, and Jack turned to me knowing I had a few more private details to discuss with him.

You can have the Chinese SKS, too. Damn it Jack, I told you to get a shotgun a long time ago and even offered you a ton of ammo for free. I said perturbed at my Buddy, but still having a mutual arms pact with him, because of my collecting more guns than I really needed over the years.

I know you did, what I can say. I sure do appreciate you letting me have those two. before I cut him off.

Your wife can’t or is it won’t shoot, right? I said pointedly.

She said now she is willing to learn. he offered hopefully.

"Like where can I teach around here? I am going to show her the basics of that Mossberg tonight and hope she doesn’t have to use it while we are gone; but you know dry fire is nothing like getting