It was remote, exactly as I remembered. Red dirt,

aying the part of the de

ate," I said, knowing the privacy was for his

blow, but I just smiled wider. "L

hosen from the geological surveys. It was solid bedrock, ideal for a

n his loan. Truck after truck started a

ssed, chest puffed out,

es of MREs. Stack upon stack of bottled water, f

ntibiotics, trauma kits, surgical tools, p

ls still in their boxes, and cases of ammunition for every caliber imaginable

the growing mountain

dozens of people. Teach them, fe

ere a sickenin

s. "And we've got to be comfortable, right? Can't be

f admiration. "You've thou

stacks, meticulously cataloging every single it

list of my ne

id for, was a nail in his own coffin. A