Water works better than money ever did. It has this very natural tendency to be consumed. It’s always valuable. And sometimes, it just falls from the sky. The problem is that when people hoard it, those without it tend to take dehydration real seriously. They tend to kill.
Truth to tell, some things absolutely have to happen the way they do. The tiny spinning possibilities and swirling outcomes all crunch together to make that perfect right now. With all the bobbing and weaving, all the dodges and angles, here we are kissing at the end of the world.
Last kiss. One last kiss. We are probably dead in just a few minutes. We’re down to our last few rounds. We have more fucking people we need to shoot than we have bullets. Maybe we can get them to stand in a line. But we have just each other.
I can’t fucking believe it. We are the elders in this cobbled together community. Just because we are over thirty and have a few answers, these kids look to us like gods. The sad thing is, we’re just as scared as they are. What’s worse,we’re the best they got.
When something bad happens in the world, look to see who has something to gain. They had been using terrorism to forward their agendas for years and years. Their Acts of Terrorism were neat little patsies all tied up with a bow. The ones the Crashers did, they were unpredictable.
One of the side effects no one anticipated with the War on Terror was that it went much the same way as the War on Drugs. Terrorism and fear of it became commonplace and mundane. Teenagers started experimenting with car bombs younger and younger. It’s ridiculous. Should’ve seen it coming
It never stops. It just pours and pours from the sky. Twenty days and counting, the rain is winning. Floods have taken the valley. They even say that the ocean has risen. The weathermen have given up on predicting when it will stop. At least when it rains, it’s cool.
Nothing like a home cooked meal. Everyone knows that. But fresh real food is hard to come across these days. Trucks stopped running for the most part after the riots. The trick is: find something the farmers want. Trade. Make friends. Build bridges. Alway be cool. Then feast for days.
The big old vacant house sometimes made noises in the middle of the night. Those settling groans always wake me. Gun, it’s in my hand. Downstairs, secured tightly. All climb points, booby-trapped. I’m safe. There’s nobody here. Empty neighborhoods were rarely targets. No, that’s a footstep! Okay, stay calm.
Back in ‘09, when money still meant something, I bought this set of solar panels. It set me back like 800 bucks, plus shipping, quite a bit, back then. Now after the crash, post peak oil, after the wires stopped humming, I am the King of Charging. And I charge them plenty.