Stewart`s Bug Out

By Ron Foster

I was contacted by a number of readers that wanted to inquire about what had happened to their favorite characters that appeared in the Prepper Trilogies. I under took the task of answering this as a thank you to my dedicated readers by beginning a series of Novelette so that the characters could give voice to their own experiences from their differing personal perspectives. These are short little updating features that give my readers the rest o the story that popular demand requested .I myself as an author am fascinated that the story wishes to be continued. This first installment finds our favorite stranded Englishman Stewart, stranded in Atlanta and meeting up with the rescued Melanie after a solar storm has wiped out technology for years to come. The spoiler is they eventually find their way to our also favorite heathen of the dark side of technology failure, the lovable character named Dump Truck.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ron Foster
• Release date: Aug 21, 2011
• ISBN: 9781005355647

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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Stewart’s Bug Out

Ron Foster

© 2006 by Ron Foster

All rights reserved.

ISBN-13:

978-1466245402

ISBN-10:

1466245409

Printed in the United States of America.

Acknowledgements

Again to Cheryl, my close and dear friend, even though we do have our moments.

1

The Thirsty Traveler

Stewart lay panting behind the garage in the backyard of an older house in the Cheshire Bridge section of Atlanta. He tried to listen to the street sounds over the wheezing of his over labored breathing for sounds of pursuit. Crimy! He thought to himself. I have done more running and ducking and dodging in the last month than I ever did as a schoolboy in London. His breathing slowed and he carefully peeked around the end of the old wooden garage towards the street. No sign of those blighters that had started to chase him. How quick can walking down the street and minding his own business turn into a race for your life over some stupidity by the lawless ones? He thought to himself reflecting on how often it had happened over the last few weeks.

The Lawless Ones was a word Stewart had personally chosen or coined for the groups or gangs of juvenile thugs that plagued his existence since he had came up off the interstate when he like thousands of others was stranded. It was bad enough that technology had failed from the solar storm that had taken the grids and technology away from the world and his normal existence, but these vicious teenagers were worse to deal with than the adults who challenged him.

Stewart thought back to himself about the incident that had created the rivulets of sweat running off his body and brow and despite his totally winded state, he grinned with some satisfaction to himself that he had once again eluded the dark side of humanity that seem sworn to do him in. Poor Stewart had been trying for days to work his way back towards the interstate and out of the city, after he had so foolishly had tried to seek refuge at the World Trade Center and not knowing the city, had run afoul of the lowlifes and criminally misguided kids that seem to inhabit the neighborhoods on the outskirts and downtown areas of the city.

He thought to himself that London had many neighborhoods that were just as deadly for the unwary to traverse, but he knew to stay out of such realms. Here, in America it was different. Crimie!, he didn’t even understand what some folks were jabbering about before they tried to take his meager possessions or do him bodily harm.

After all, all he was doing was walking down the street , when those three young blokes come out of an ally and asked what he had in his little wicker picnic basket. He had answered them nice enough before one started to circle in back of him and another tried to reach for his tea satchel. My Lord, I am glad I had that Tommy knocker hidden and handy in my sling pack or things could have gone very bloody wrong in a hurry. Stewart reflected.

The large 16 year old or so boy that had made a grab for his basket and tried to pull it away from him like he was snatching a purse, got the full crack of his stick on his wrist and had let go immediately while howling. The one younger one trying to sneak in behind him to trip him up possibly got a whack to the knee before Stewart started sprinting away.

I hope I broke their bloody joints Stewart muttered to himself while calming down at the lack of sounds or visual evidence anyone decided to carry on their robbery attempt or seek revenge.

Damn lucky, damn lucky indeed those boys were not armed or more of them of they would have beat me like a drum. Stewart considered.

Stewart was pretty much looking the worse for wear and exhaustion by now as the events of the last few weeks had drained what little energy and fortitude the 57 year old man had. What with the constant danger and the lack of food and water his ability to even forage for the necessities of life was dwindling as