Post by Deleted on May 31, 2016 11:56:09 GMT -5
Near the gates of the settlement, three people stand in front of a well-worn truck in the first hours of dawn.
"The closest library to us is going to be the Atchison County one, here", Ralse said, tapping a block on a Rock Port, MO map stretched across the hood of 'The Sheriff.' "200 South Main Street. If that location's no good, we've got Fairfax Branch Library about twelve miles away; it's about a fifteen-, twenty-minute drive. If neither of those'll work, we can hit up one of the big box stores in either town or an hunter's supply store. They sometimes stock those wierdo survivalist magazines or how-to guides, shit like that."
Turning away from the map, he looked over at his two companions, Raylen and Holly. "Holly, you're obviously going to be driving us there. If the vehicle has problems, we're deferring to you as to whether or not to fix it or ditch it. If something happens to me, you're in charge of getting Raylen back home and making sure you don't get followed. Raylen, you're gonna be our scout. We're gonna trust you to go off by yourself from time to time on this trip to check the area, make sure we don't have any Nasties--dead or otherwise--waiting on us. If you see anything or hear anything that doesn't sit well with you, don't handle it yourself. Many hands make quick work of shitheads and all that." He paused to take a sip from his water bottle. "What we're looking for are books on survival, long-term camping, farming, fishing--anything to do with living off the land. What I'm looking for in particular are books that deal chemically with water treatment. In fact... let's add hardware stores to our list of places to hit up for reading material. If a lumber yard or something sells swimming pool treatment equipment, we can probably use it. Hell, for all we know, there's some sort of 'Being a Pool Boy for Dummies' book out there that'll at least help us figure something out."
He rolled up the sleeve of his shirt and checked his watch. "It's about half-past eight, so we still got a good bit of daylight burning ahead of us. Anything else you two want to add to our shopping list?" Without waiting for an answer, he pulled a small notepad out of his pocket and began scrawling in 'hardware store' below 'hunting/fishing outfitter.'
"The closest library to us is going to be the Atchison County one, here", Ralse said, tapping a block on a Rock Port, MO map stretched across the hood of 'The Sheriff.' "200 South Main Street. If that location's no good, we've got Fairfax Branch Library about twelve miles away; it's about a fifteen-, twenty-minute drive. If neither of those'll work, we can hit up one of the big box stores in either town or an hunter's supply store. They sometimes stock those wierdo survivalist magazines or how-to guides, shit like that."
Turning away from the map, he looked over at his two companions, Raylen and Holly. "Holly, you're obviously going to be driving us there. If the vehicle has problems, we're deferring to you as to whether or not to fix it or ditch it. If something happens to me, you're in charge of getting Raylen back home and making sure you don't get followed. Raylen, you're gonna be our scout. We're gonna trust you to go off by yourself from time to time on this trip to check the area, make sure we don't have any Nasties--dead or otherwise--waiting on us. If you see anything or hear anything that doesn't sit well with you, don't handle it yourself. Many hands make quick work of shitheads and all that." He paused to take a sip from his water bottle. "What we're looking for are books on survival, long-term camping, farming, fishing--anything to do with living off the land. What I'm looking for in particular are books that deal chemically with water treatment. In fact... let's add hardware stores to our list of places to hit up for reading material. If a lumber yard or something sells swimming pool treatment equipment, we can probably use it. Hell, for all we know, there's some sort of 'Being a Pool Boy for Dummies' book out there that'll at least help us figure something out."
He rolled up the sleeve of his shirt and checked his watch. "It's about half-past eight, so we still got a good bit of daylight burning ahead of us. Anything else you two want to add to our shopping list?" Without waiting for an answer, he pulled a small notepad out of his pocket and began scrawling in 'hardware store' below 'hunting/fishing outfitter.'