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May 14, 2017 LetsPrep11 0

Ahhhhh… Thanks, I needed that after the long dry spell!
Glad you’re back, CI. Great post. :clap: Can’t wait for the next installment. The suspense is killing me.

Statistics: Posted by LetsPrep11 — Sun May 14, 2017 2:59 pm


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Prepper Fiction • Re: The Fall

May 14, 2017 LetsPrep11 0

Ahhhhh… Thanks, I needed that after the long dry spell!
Glad you’re back, CI. Great post. :clap: Can’t wait for the next installment. The suspense is killing me.

Statistics: Posted by LetsPrep11 — Sun May 14, 2017 2:59 pm


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Prepper Fiction • Re: The Fall

May 13, 2017 Cast Iron 0

Greetings and salutations dear readers,

I apologize for my absence. I was in China for the past month. Internet access was . . . interesting to say the least.
Regardless, if you ever get the chance, by all means, go to China. Shanghai, Beijing were simply awesome. The Great Wall, the Forbidden City are a must see.
The food was fantastic. I will never be able to have carry out and look at it the same ever again.

Here is the next episode. This is a flash back episode bear in mind. If I did not make that clear leading up to this, please let me know.
Enjoy.

“Good thing we did not drive,” Jack observed as he and Jess walked up to the town hall from home. The town hall parking lot at capacity, people were forced to park their cars in the church parking lot across the street, some were even parking on the side of the road. It was early June. The sun was still well above the horizon, but it was going to be a cool evening. They both wore light jackets. As they passed the packed parking lot for the town hall entrance, a group of half a dozen smokers stood off to one side.
“ . . . telling you it is a soft coup!”
“How can you have a soft coup?”
“Doesn’t the military have to be involved for it to be a coup?”
“Well, all I know is there were tanks and troops by the Washington Memorial.”
“That got debunked twenty minutes after it got posted to the internet. You have heard of photoshop haven’t you?”
“What about the news video of troops outside the Capital building? The White House? Is that photoshop too?”
Jack opened the wooden door for Jess and they walked into a small anteroom full of people. Most were in small groups or pairs talking among themselves. There was a short line for a coffee station in the corner.
Jack leaned in close to Jess for her to hear him over the various conversations going on, “Would you like coffee?”
She shook her head, “Lets make our way into the hall and find some seats before they are all gone.”
As they slowly made their way through the crowd, they passed a older gentleman in some casual but designer polo shirt and slacks with a paper cup of coffee in one hand.
“I am saying is to look at this as an opportunity,” he was saying to another man. “Sure. It is a correction. We all knew the market was overvalued and a correction was on the way. I am surprised it has not happened sooner. But this is the time to buy, not sell!” He lifted the cup of coffee higher to emphasize his point.
“What about all the rich leaving the cities?”
The coffee cup raised again. “The rich are not leaving the city. They are looking for an opportunity. Leaving the city is just an internet rumor, a hoax,” the coffee cup dismissed the idea.
Jess lead Jack past the two men through a opening between a few groups as they neared the main hall door.
“. . . canceled her sold out concert an hour before it was to start, took her whole entourage, got on a helicopter and took off. Something happened and the helicopter crashed in the harbor. The Coast Guard had boats out there around the wreckage looking for survivors,” a young woman was telling three others.
“Why would she do that? She loves her fans! They are everything to her.”
“I saw a post of a guy who runs a helicopter taxi service in the city. He said he has flown a lot of rich and powerful people out of the city and all the other helicopter taxi services are doing the same thing.”
Jess and Jack made it though the door. Two men stood on either side of the doorway.
“ . . . not just Chicago that is out. The whole region is without power. Everything from Milwaukee, to Chicago, all the way over to Fort Wayne. Parts of Michigan too.”
“I heard it was a EMP attack by North Korea.”
“Why would they attack the Mid-West and not the West coast, or DC for that matter?”
“Who knows! That Kim guy is a loon. He had his girlfriend executed with an anti-aircraft gun. I dunno, maybe he hates the Cubs.”
Jess and Jack walked down the center isle way. There were still seats available, but the hall was filling up quickly as six o’clock approached.
“There,” Jack pointed. “Walt and Terry, next to Jerry and Cathy.”
“Hi,” Jess said to them. “Are these seats taken?”
“They are now,” Terry smiled. Everyone said their hellos as Jess and Jack took the two seats. Jess removed her jacket as the room was already warm and stuffy.
“What have you heard,” Jess asked them as she folded her jacket and sat down.
“Too much crazy is what I have heard,” Walt exclaimed shaking his head, leaning on his cane. Terry continued for him, “None of the news stations can agree on what is going on.”
“A news station will report one thing, and not ten seconds later another station will report the exact opposite,” Jerry exclaimed.
“I tuned into NPR earlier this afternoon,” Cathy said, “They are reporting just about everything all the other news stations are reporting, but saying none of it is confirmed.”
“All of them keep replaying the videos of California and DC. There are a few new reports of similar incidents happening in other big cities too,” Jerry said.
“Did you hear what happened to Dan Miller,” Walt asked. Jack shook his head. “Dan had just dropped off a truck load of scrap metal at the recycling plant just outside of the city. Well, he had to fill up his dump truck before he got back on the highway. While he was pumping diesel, a few hooligans came up to him and asked him where he was from. All he said was he was not from around there and they started beating on him. That is all it took. He was not from around there and they beat him for no go reason.” Walt shook his head again.
“Not just Dan Miller,” a woman sitting in the row in front of them turned and said. “My sister lives in the city. She said there was a car load of people driving around, shouting and threating people. Even getting out of their car and waving around tire irons and baseball bats. They took off when the police came-.”
A door to a side room opened and the town council filed in and took their seats, the room began to settle as everyone stopped their conversations, took their seats and waited for the meeting to begin.
“Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for coming,” one of the council person said, a small plaque in front of her read Constance Curtshaw. She shuffled some papers, glancing around the full room. “Clearly this is not a normal town meeting.” If she meant it as a joke, no one picked up on it. There was a tension in the room. She glanced around again. She was clearly uncomfortable. “Let us not pretend. These are extraordinary times, troubling times. We, uh, we, the council have seen what many of you have seen on the news and the internet. We have reached out to the state authorities, but no one had returned our calls.”
The hall burst into a cacophony of chaotic conversation. Jess and Jack just watched the council. Constance had to shout several times to get the crowd to settle down enough for her to continue.
“We are . . . we are reviewing the town’s emergency preparedness plan-”
“What about the power outages in the Mid-West,” someone shouted. Several more people added other news reports.
“We do not have any information on any of those events. We know just as much as you do from what is being reported in the news.”

An hour later the council quickly adjourned the meeting, and just as quickly left the main hall room. People were filing out of the hall, Jess, Jack and the others waited for the rush to thin out.
“What do you think,” Jack asked Jess.
“They are out of their element,” Jess said quietly.
Jack nodded. “Lets get a few of our friends and neighbors together for a meeting. Tonight.”

Statistics: Posted by Cast Iron — Sat May 13, 2017 3:36 pm


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Prepper Fiction • Re: The Fall

May 13, 2017 Cast Iron 0

Greetings and salutations dear readers,

I apologize for my absence. I was in China for the past month. Internet access was . . . interesting to say the least.
Regardless, if you ever get the chance, by all means, go to China. Shanghai, Beijing were simply awesome. The Great Wall, the Forbidden City are a must see.
The food was fantastic. I will never be able to have carry out and look at it the same ever again.

Here is the next episode. This is a flash back episode bear in mind. If I did not make that clear leading up to this, please let me know.
Enjoy.

“Good thing we did not drive,” Jack observed as he and Jess walked up to the town hall from home. The town hall parking lot at capacity, people were forced to park their cars in the church parking lot across the street, some were even parking on the side of the road. It was early June. The sun was still well above the horizon, but it was going to be a cool evening. They both wore light jackets. As they passed the packed parking lot for the town hall entrance, a group of half a dozen smokers stood off to one side.
“ . . . telling you it is a soft coup!”
“How can you have a soft coup?”
“Doesn’t the military have to be involved for it to be a coup?”
“Well, all I know is there were tanks and troops by the Washington Memorial.”
“That got debunked twenty minutes after it got posted to the internet. You have heard of photoshop haven’t you?”
“What about the news video of troops outside the Capital building? The White House? Is that photoshop too?”
Jack opened the wooden door for Jess and they walked into a small anteroom full of people. Most were in small groups or pairs talking among themselves. There was a short line for a coffee station in the corner.
Jack leaned in close to Jess for her to hear him over the various conversations going on, “Would you like coffee?”
She shook her head, “Lets make our way into the hall and find some seats before they are all gone.”
As they slowly made their way through the crowd, they passed a older gentleman in some casual but designer polo shirt and slacks with a paper cup of coffee in one hand.
“I am saying is to look at this as an opportunity,” he was saying to another man. “Sure. It is a correction. We all knew the market was overvalued and a correction was on the way. I am surprised it has not happened sooner. But this is the time to buy, not sell!” He lifted the cup of coffee higher to emphasize his point.
“What about all the rich leaving the cities?”
The coffee cup raised again. “The rich are not leaving the city. They are looking for an opportunity. Leaving the city is just an internet rumor, a hoax,” the coffee cup dismissed the idea.
Jess lead Jack past the two men through a opening between a few groups as they neared the main hall door.
“. . . canceled her sold out concert an hour before it was to start, took her whole entourage, got on a helicopter and took off. Something happened and the helicopter crashed in the harbor. The Coast Guard had boats out there around the wreckage looking for survivors,” a young woman was telling three others.
“Why would she do that? She loves her fans! They are everything to her.”
“I saw a post of a guy who runs a helicopter taxi service in the city. He said he has flown a lot of rich and powerful people out of the city and all the other helicopter taxi services are doing the same thing.”
Jess and Jack made it though the door. Two men stood on either side of the doorway.
“ . . . not just Chicago that is out. The whole region is without power. Everything from Milwaukee, to Chicago, all the way over to Fort Wayne. Parts of Michigan too.”
“I heard it was a EMP attack by North Korea.”
“Why would they attack the Mid-West and not the West coast, or DC for that matter?”
“Who knows! That Kim guy is a loon. He had his girlfriend executed with an anti-aircraft gun. I dunno, maybe he hates the Cubs.”
Jess and Jack walked down the center isle way. There were still seats available, but the hall was filling up quickly as six o’clock approached.
“There,” Jack pointed. “Walt and Terry, next to Jerry and Cathy.”
“Hi,” Jess said to them. “Are these seats taken?”
“They are now,” Terry smiled. Everyone said their hellos as Jess and Jack took the two seats. Jess removed her jacket as the room was already warm and stuffy.
“What have you heard,” Jess asked them as she folded her jacket and sat down.
“Too much crazy is what I have heard,” Walt exclaimed shaking his head, leaning on his cane. Terry continued for him, “None of the news stations can agree on what is going on.”
“A news station will report one thing, and not ten seconds later another station will report the exact opposite,” Jerry exclaimed.
“I tuned into NPR earlier this afternoon,” Cathy said, “They are reporting just about everything all the other news stations are reporting, but saying none of it is confirmed.”
“All of them keep replaying the videos of California and DC. There are a few new reports of similar incidents happening in other big cities too,” Jerry said.
“Did you hear what happened to Dan Miller,” Walt asked. Jack shook his head. “Dan had just dropped off a truck load of scrap metal at the recycling plant just outside of the city. Well, he had to fill up his dump truck before he got back on the highway. While he was pumping diesel, a few hooligans came up to him and asked him where he was from. All he said was he was not from around there and they started beating on him. That is all it took. He was not from around there and they beat him for no go reason.” Walt shook his head again.
“Not just Dan Miller,” a woman sitting in the row in front of them turned and said. “My sister lives in the city. She said there was a car load of people driving around, shouting and threating people. Even getting out of their car and waving around tire irons and baseball bats. They took off when the police came-.”
A door to a side room opened and the town council filed in and took their seats, the room began to settle as everyone stopped their conversations, took their seats and waited for the meeting to begin.
“Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for coming,” one of the council person said, a small plaque in front of her read Constance Curtshaw. She shuffled some papers, glancing around the full room. “Clearly this is not a normal town meeting.” If she meant it as a joke, no one picked up on it. There was a tension in the room. She glanced around again. She was clearly uncomfortable. “Let us not pretend. These are extraordinary times, troubling times. We, uh, we, the council have seen what many of you have seen on the news and the internet. We have reached out to the state authorities, but no one had returned our calls.”
The hall burst into a cacophony of chaotic conversation. Jess and Jack just watched the council. Constance had to shout several times to get the crowd to settle down enough for her to continue.
“We are . . . we are reviewing the town’s emergency preparedness plan-”
“What about the power outages in the Mid-West,” someone shouted. Several more people added other news reports.
“We do not have any information on any of those events. We know just as much as you do from what is being reported in the news.”

An hour later the council quickly adjourned the meeting, and just as quickly left the main hall room. People were filing out of the hall, Jess, Jack and the others waited for the rush to thin out.
“What do you think,” Jack asked Jess.
“They are out of their element,” Jess said quietly.
Jack nodded. “Lets get a few of our friends and neighbors together for a meeting. Tonight.”

Statistics: Posted by Cast Iron — Sat May 13, 2017 3:36 pm


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Prepper Fiction • Re: The Fall

May 13, 2017 Cast Iron 0
handyman777 wrote:
Glad to see ya back… I was wondering what happened to ya.

Good read…I look forward to it.

Thank you for your concern Handy.
Last night was the first night I slept the whole night through (2100 till 0700).
I even had dreams.

Statistics: Posted by Cast Iron — Sat May 13, 2017 3:29 pm


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May 13, 2017 Cast Iron 0
handyman777 wrote:
Glad to see ya back… I was wondering what happened to ya.

Good read…I look forward to it.

Thank you for your concern Handy.
Last night was the first night I slept the whole night through (2100 till 0700).
I even had dreams.

Statistics: Posted by Cast Iron — Sat May 13, 2017 3:29 pm


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May 12, 2017 Cast Iron 0
pilgrimtr wrote:

Cast Iron wrote:

pilgrimtr wrote:Thank you Cast Iron,
I will keep reading if you will keep posting ;) And I won’t scold you. unless you need it. pilgrim :lol:

No worries Pilgrim.
Occasionally I need the kick in the posterior end to keep at it and stop looking at cookbooks.

I have the first town meeting written and a few re-writes, but it still needs something . . .
Need to post it soon, least NK does something crazy, that in alone in itself is highly amusing. The first draft of the first town meeting I mention NK before all this craZy started in the real world.

Here’s your kick in the pants cast iron it’s been a month :x Pilgrim

Sorry Pilgrim, I have been in China for the past month.

Still recovering from the jetlag.

Statistics: Posted by Cast Iron — Fri May 12, 2017 6:03 am


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May 12, 2017 pilgrimtr 0
Cast Iron wrote:

pilgrimtr wrote:Thank you Cast Iron,
I will keep reading if you will keep posting ;) And I won’t scold you. unless you need it. pilgrim :lol:

No worries Pilgrim.
Occasionally I need the kick in the posterior end to keep at it and stop looking at cookbooks.

I have the first town meeting written and a few re-writes, but it still needs something . . .
Need to post it soon, least NK does something crazy, that in alone in itself is highly amusing. The first draft of the first town meeting I mention NK before all this craZy started in the real world.

Here’s your kick in the pants cast iron it’s been a month :x Pilgrim

Statistics: Posted by pilgrimtr — Fri May 12, 2017 1:03 am


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Prepper Fiction • Re: The Fall

April 13, 2017 Cast Iron 0
pilgrimtr wrote:
Thank you Cast Iron,
I will keep reading if you will keep posting ;) And I won’t scold you. unless you need it. pilgrim :lol:

No worries Pilgrim.
Occasionally I need the kick in the posterior end to keep at it and stop looking at cookbooks.

I have the first town meeting written and a few re-writes, but it still needs something . . .
Need to post it soon, least NK does something crazy, that in alone in itself is highly amusing. The first draft of the first town meeting I mention NK before all this craZy started in the real world.

Statistics: Posted by Cast Iron — Thu Apr 13, 2017 8:39 am


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Prepper Fiction • Re: The Fall

April 13, 2017 Cast Iron 0
pilgrimtr wrote:
Thank you Cast Iron,
I will keep reading if you will keep posting ;) And I won’t scold you. unless you need it. pilgrim :lol:

No worries Pilgrim.
Occasionally I need the kick in the posterior end to keep at it and stop looking at cookbooks.

I have the first town meeting written and a few re-writes, but it still needs something . . .
Need to post it soon, least NK does something crazy, that in alone in itself is highly amusing. The first draft of the first town meeting I mention NK before all this craZy started in the real world.

Statistics: Posted by Cast Iron — Thu Apr 13, 2017 8:39 am


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April 12, 2017 Cast Iron 0

The garden cart wobbled behind Jack as he strained to pull it across the field and up next to the raised bed garden box. The ‘box’ was more like a five foot wide by fifty foot long rectangle. It was the fourth new raised bed they built since that morning using slab wood they got from the Amish. Originally they were going to use the slab wood to make some rustic chairs, tables, and a coffee table for the back yard. Now their would be patio furniture was going to help them increase their food production.
Jack used the back of his work gloves to brush the sweat from his brow. His watch indicated it was in the upper sixties, the barometer was high and holding steady. Hauling cow, goat, and rabbit compost aged for two years from the back of the barn to the new gardens was a work out.
Jess was equally sweaty and dirty as she stood in the box, spreading out the compost into a six inch thick layer. They both paused, taking a moment to rest.
“What do you think?” Jess asked.
“About what?” Jack panted.
“The new gardens. Be enough?”
“Well, these new four, with the other three that is about 1,750 square feet of planting space. But we are doing the Three Sisters with the corn, the beans and squash. We train the cukes, and melons on the edges of the boxes into the space in between the boxes. So, that can gain us some more planting space. Go vertical where we can.”
“Do not forget the runner beans in the containers along the backyard fencing.”
“Right, that is another, what, 200 liner feet for beans. The potatoes in the tyre beds did really well last year. Plenty of unused tyres to be had. We can plant beets, carrots, in those too.” He paused. “It can not be worse than last year.” He gave her a reassuring smile. She smiled and they got back to work.

An hour and half and a dozen carts of compost later, Jack and Jess sat down at the picnic table with a pitcher of tea between them.
“Thank goodness wild mint comes up so early,” Jess took a sip of the mint tea. “I was getting bored with that industrial tea we traded for.”
“It got us through the winter.”
“I know.” She sighed, “What I would do for a cup of real coffee. The good stuff. Not that burnt crap in the green and white bag.”
“Yeah.” He changed topics, “As long as we do not have any catastrophic incidents, like a drought or flooding, I think we will be ok. We have the gardens. The winter wheat I plated last year will be ready by mid summer. The spring wheat I planted a month or so ago will be ready in late fall. Keep half for flour, the other half for seed.” He took a sip of his tea. “The goats kidded out, doubling the herd size. Sally farrowed ten good looking piglets. Not bad for her first litter.”
“The chickens are going to need replaced. This is their third year. We are not getting as many eggs.”
“Well, that should settle up our trade with Greg: three gallons of maple syrup, ten cords of seasoned fire wood, cut, split and delivered. And figure forty replacement chicks, half hens, half roos. Should be a good deal for one fully grown hog. In the mean time, we have stew birds for Sunday dinner for fifteen Sundays.”
“You know we have never gone though ten cords of wood in a winter. We still have three in the wood shed.”
“True enough. But we are cooking with wood nearly every day now. I want to build up a few extra cords every year so we will have two years worth at any given time. We will use whatever dead fall out on our land to cook with.”
“Well howdy stranger!” Jess called over Jack’s shoulder as Claire was walking up to the picnic table. “Have not seen you in a few days, was beginning to think Jack’s stink offended you!”
“It should!” Jack said.
Claire smiled at the ground, and blushed.
“I have been over to your house nearly every day since I came here. I thought maybe you and Jack might like some time alone without me always around.”
“Nonsense, Claire! You are always welcome. Have a seat, I will get you a glass for some mint tea. Got to make a head call anyways.” Jack got up and went into the farm house.
“I-, I went and saw Mrs. Anderson like you suggested,” Claire said quietly as she took a seat across from Jess.
‘Oh?”
“Yes. We are going to meet once a week . . . to talk about things.”
“Good, that is good.”
“Yeah. She said I should start a journal and write down my thoughts . . . if I could find any paper and something to write with.” Claire smiled.
Jess gave her a reassuring smile back. “Yes, paper is kind of hard to come by. Who would of thought how valuable it would be. I will keep my eyes out for some at the market for you.”
“Oh, no, that is ok. Mrs. Anderson told me I should,” Claire rolled her eyes but blushed, “I should talk out loud about things, and then think on them from a third person point of view.”
“Well if that works, then it works right?”
“Yeah, but it kind weird pacing around the house talking to myself,” Claire made a face but then smiled and laughed.
“What is so funny,” Jack returned, took a seat next to Jess, and poured Claire a glass of tea.
“Oh, nothing. Thank you,” Claire said as she took the glass from Jack. “So, what are you two talking about?” Claire changed the conversation.
Jack and Jess gave each other a look and then began to laugh.
“What else does it seem like we are always talking about,” Jack asked.
“Food!” Jess answered.
“Speaking of food,” Claire straightened up in her seat and announced proudly, “I made my first rabbit stew last night.”
“Hey! Good for you!”
“How did it go?” Jess asked.
“Well, the slaughtering was not easy. Gutting is just gross, so is skinning. But I am confident I can do it again. And my stew turned out pretty good if I do say so myself. Thank you for the rabbit.”
“Hey, no need to say thank you. You earned that rabbit helping Jess muck out the barn while I was out with the livestock.”
“The two litters of rabbits we had over the winter will be ready soon. You help us plant seeds tomorrow in trade for your own breed pair. Deal?” Jess held out her hand.
“Deal!” Jess and Claire shook. “What are we planting?”
“Well, I have a flat of broccoli seedlings, a flat of cabbage seedlings, a flat of beet seedlings that all need transplanted. Then I have two flats of different herb seedlings. Basil, parsley, tarragon, marjoram, and dill. Seeds: chard, carrots, beets, rutabaga, parsnips, lettuce, and some others I am forgetting.”
“That is a lot.”
“We are expanding,” Jess explained, “Last year was rough. Like ‘are we going to make it?’ rough.”
“We got a late start with the gardens,” Jack added.
“Why is that?” Claire asked.
Both Jess and Jack went quiet. Their bodies seemed to stiffen.
“Some things happened last year,” Jack said quietly and glanced down at the table. He did not offer further explanation.
“The War?” Claire pressed. Jack’s head snapped up, then he looked to Jess. Neither said anything. “I hear it mentioned once in awhile but only in passing. At the market. At other gatherings.” Claire continued. “But just as it is mentioned, they change the subject. What happened?”
“It is a long, and not very pretty story,” Jack stated after a pause.
Claire simply shrugged.
Jack looked at Jess, “Where do we start?”
Jess thought for a moment.
“The first town hall meeting,” she answered.

Statistics: Posted by Cast Iron — Wed Apr 12, 2017 9:30 am


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Prepper Fiction • Re: The Fall

April 12, 2017 Cast Iron 0

The garden cart wobbled behind Jack as he strained to pull it across the field and up next to the raised bed garden box. The ‘box’ was more like a five foot wide by fifty foot long rectangle. It was the fourth new raised bed they built since that morning using slab wood they got from the Amish. Originally they were going to use the slab wood to make some rustic chairs, tables, and a coffee table for the back yard. Now their would be patio furniture was going to help them increase their food production.
Jack used the back of his work gloves to brush the sweat from his brow. His watch indicated it was in the upper sixties, the barometer was high and holding steady. Hauling cow, goat, and rabbit compost aged for two years from the back of the barn to the new gardens was a work out.
Jess was equally sweaty and dirty as she stood in the box, spreading out the compost into a six inch thick layer. They both paused, taking a moment to rest.
“What do you think?” Jess asked.
“About what?” Jack panted.
“The new gardens. Be enough?”
“Well, these new four, with the other three that is about 1,750 square feet of planting space. But we are doing the Three Sisters with the corn, the beans and squash. We train the cukes, and melons on the edges of the boxes into the space in between the boxes. So, that can gain us some more planting space. Go vertical where we can.”
“Do not forget the runner beans in the containers along the backyard fencing.”
“Right, that is another, what, 200 liner feet for beans. The potatoes in the tyre beds did really well last year. Plenty of unused tyres to be had. We can plant beets, carrots, in those too.” He paused. “It can not be worse than last year.” He gave her a reassuring smile. She smiled and they got back to work.

An hour and half and a dozen carts of compost later, Jack and Jess sat down at the picnic table with a pitcher of tea between them.
“Thank goodness wild mint comes up so early,” Jess took a sip of the mint tea. “I was getting bored with that industrial tea we traded for.”
“It got us through the winter.”
“I know.” She sighed, “What I would do for a cup of real coffee. The good stuff. Not that burnt crap in the green and white bag.”
“Yeah.” He changed topics, “As long as we do not have any catastrophic incidents, like a drought or flooding, I think we will be ok. We have the gardens. The winter wheat I plated last year will be ready by mid summer. The spring wheat I planted a month or so ago will be ready in late fall. Keep half for flour, the other half for seed.” He took a sip of his tea. “The goats kidded out, doubling the herd size. Sally farrowed ten good looking piglets. Not bad for her first litter.”
“The chickens are going to need replaced. This is their third year. We are not getting as many eggs.”
“Well, that should settle up our trade with Greg: three gallons of maple syrup, ten cords of seasoned fire wood, cut, split and delivered. And figure forty replacement chicks, half hens, half roos. Should be a good deal for one fully grown hog. In the mean time, we have stew birds for Sunday dinner for fifteen Sundays.”
“You know we have never gone though ten cords of wood in a winter. We still have three in the wood shed.”
“True enough. But we are cooking with wood nearly every day now. I want to build up a few extra cords every year so we will have two years worth at any given time. We will use whatever dead fall out on our land to cook with.”
“Well howdy stranger!” Jess called over Jack’s shoulder as Claire was walking up to the picnic table. “Have not seen you in a few days, was beginning to think Jack’s stink offended you!”
“It should!” Jack said.
Claire smiled at the ground, and blushed.
“I have been over to your house nearly every day since I came here. I thought maybe you and Jack might like some time alone without me always around.”
“Nonsense, Claire! You are always welcome. Have a seat, I will get you a glass for some mint tea. Got to make a head call anyways.” Jack got up and went into the farm house.
“I-, I went and saw Mrs. Anderson like you suggested,” Claire said quietly as she took a seat across from Jess.
‘Oh?”
“Yes. We are going to meet once a week . . . to talk about things.”
“Good, that is good.”
“Yeah. She said I should start a journal and write down my thoughts . . . if I could find any paper and something to write with.” Claire smiled.
Jess gave her a reassuring smile back. “Yes, paper is kind of hard to come by. Who would of thought how valuable it would be. I will keep my eyes out for some at the market for you.”
“Oh, no, that is ok. Mrs. Anderson told me I should,” Claire rolled her eyes but blushed, “I should talk out loud about things, and then think on them from a third person point of view.”
“Well if that works, then it works right?”
“Yeah, but it kind weird pacing around the house talking to myself,” Claire made a face but then smiled and laughed.
“What is so funny,” Jack returned, took a seat next to Jess, and poured Claire a glass of tea.
“Oh, nothing. Thank you,” Claire said as she took the glass from Jack. “So, what are you two talking about?” Claire changed the conversation.
Jack and Jess gave each other a look and then began to laugh.
“What else does it seem like we are always talking about,” Jack asked.
“Food!” Jess answered.
“Speaking of food,” Claire straightened up in her seat and announced proudly, “I made my first rabbit stew last night.”
“Hey! Good for you!”
“How did it go?” Jess asked.
“Well, the slaughtering was not easy. Gutting is just gross, so is skinning. But I am confident I can do it again. And my stew turned out pretty good if I do say so myself. Thank you for the rabbit.”
“Hey, no need to say thank you. You earned that rabbit helping Jess muck out the barn while I was out with the livestock.”
“The two litters of rabbits we had over the winter will be ready soon. You help us plant seeds tomorrow in trade for your own breed pair. Deal?” Jess held out her hand.
“Deal!” Jess and Claire shook. “What are we planting?”
“Well, I have a flat of broccoli seedlings, a flat of cabbage seedlings, a flat of beet seedlings that all need transplanted. Then I have two flats of different herb seedlings. Basil, parsley, tarragon, marjoram, and dill. Seeds: chard, carrots, beets, rutabaga, parsnips, lettuce, and some others I am forgetting.”
“That is a lot.”
“We are expanding,” Jess explained, “Last year was rough. Like ‘are we going to make it?’ rough.”
“We got a late start with the gardens,” Jack added.
“Why is that?” Claire asked.
Both Jess and Jack went quiet. Their bodies seemed to stiffen.
“Some things happened last year,” Jack said quietly and glanced down at the table. He did not offer further explanation.
“The War?” Claire pressed. Jack’s head snapped up, then he looked to Jess. Neither said anything. “I hear it mentioned once in awhile but only in passing. At the market. At other gatherings.” Claire continued. “But just as it is mentioned, they change the subject. What happened?”
“It is a long, and not very pretty story,” Jack stated after a pause.
Claire simply shrugged.
Jack looked at Jess, “Where do we start?”
Jess thought for a moment.
“The first town hall meeting,” she answered.

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April 10, 2017 sageprice 0

Marriage is a mutual bonding not a land transfer or a bill of sale. If there is no mutual feeling then the marriage is over. You do posses a human.

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April 10, 2017 sageprice 0

Marriage is a mutual bonding not a land transfer or a bill of sale. If there is no mutual feeling then the marriage is over. You do posses a human.

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April 10, 2017 Cast Iron 0
pilgrimtr wrote:
well it looks like I have reeled in once again. march 13 was the last post of this story. almost a month. I keep getting hooked into these stories and then the author quits writing. oh well I guess I’ll learn not to start reading these stories. and just read the one’s that are posted as complete. :angry: pilgrim

Pilgrim and others who have read along, my apologies.

I have been slack.

I have been working on it, I have a substantial outline written . . . I just need to sit down and put it to paper.

Again, my apologies.

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well it looks like I have reeled in once again. march 13 was the last post of this story. almost a month. I keep getting hooked into these stories and then the author quits writing. oh well I guess I’ll learn not to start reading these stories. and just read the one’s that are posted as complete. :angry: pilgrim

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March 14, 2017 Cast Iron 0
Raym0nd wrote:
Great story beginning but it is time to stop psychoanalyzing and get on with YOUR story. You now have several idea suggestions on where to take Clair’s character so put one knee in your little red wagon and let’s git r done.

I agree Raym0nd.

I have made additional notes to the Claire outline for future reference. Otherwise, put her aside for now.

The next part requires a bit more thought. Character development can be a chore sometimes. I do not want some cookie cutter, stereotype. I think that would disappoint you, and betray the spirit of the story.
Getting the dialog right is also key. Conversations should have a natural feel. Not forced, or too Hollywood.

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March 14, 2017 Raym0nd 0

Great story beginning but it is time to stop psychoanalyzing and get on with YOUR story. You now have several idea suggestions on where to take Clair’s character so put one knee in your little red wagon and let’s git r done.

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March 13, 2017 Cast Iron 0
DR1VENbyKNOWLEDGE wrote:
OK CI….Chiming in here again.

1st….damn you…..lol. My mornings consist of a good cup of coffee, browsing this forum, a few news sights, the markets, and then off to work… I haven’t checked your story for a while and it sucked me in. No news, markets, or other sites this AM and now I’m late for my day….You sucked me in entirely and I couldn’t stop reading……I blame you entirely. ;)

2nd…..the reading is excellent. Same as my first assessment. You have a winner here. Keep it up. Do whatever you want with it, but put it to paper. This one needs writing.

3rd….. You do as you want OF COURSE…You are the writer and go with your gut as I’ve already told you that you have a winner here but IMO(which matters nothing)Just feedback here as you seem to enjoy getting it along the way.(I don’t think I could do it that way. I’d release all after hours of self-criticism…lol)…….The tacticool spot….great action writing but if going that deep into tactical description, spread it out with bits here and there if adding that element to a given character or book….In the first few paragraphs where it got REALLY descriptive on individual carry out I browsed right over it getting to the action…Too technical….some is excellent, but too much starts to read like a manual if built up in one area….As you backed off the gear description and the action heated up, you pulled it off.

Clair—-a small sign of physical abuse would give the reader sympathy for her actions if that’s where you want to go before she Off’s Jason(If she actually did…It’s implied right now, but not fact…yet.) As it is, she unstable and not going to be welcomed(logically) into the new society…..bats’ in the bell tower my friend. Jason has done NOTHING but help her as misguided as his intentions are. There is no physical abuse and she’s not being held against her will……As it sits right now Clair is a criminal…..if that’s you’re intent then I see Clair being hesitantly admitted into town(If at all), and then a loose cannon that’s more and more unstable that creates problems from here……Excellent character development regardless of the direction.

My $.02 my friend but it really doesn’t matter what I think……This is yours. and its amazing…really. You’re pulling me into a world against my will as I’m into book 3 of a 4 book series and cant stand mixing fiction until I’ve completed the series……Well done CI. :thumbup:

DR1VEN,

I will gladly accept the responsibility for your tardiness to work.
If it will smooth things over with your boss, I will write you a note. ;)

As always, I appreciate your feedback and input. The fact I pulled you, and others, into the world I have created gives me inspiration.

The tacti-cool edition, it was more of a blatant jab at the tacti-cool crowd. I have a co-worker who blathers on about all things tacti-cool, life staw, and tampons like he is some kind of expert, but can not find his way out of a paper bag without a GPS.

Claire . . . I think she needs additional back ground work. And I will get to it.
But first, I am still sorting out the war.

Thank you again for your comments and input.

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March 13, 2017 DR1VENbyKNOWLEDGE 0

OK CI….Chiming in here again.

1st….damn you…..lol. My mornings consist of a good cup of coffee, browsing this forum, a few news sights, the markets, and then off to work… I haven’t checked your story for a while and it sucked me in. No news, markets, or other sites this AM and now I’m late for my day….You sucked me in entirely and I couldn’t stop reading……I blame you entirely. ;)

2nd…..the reading is excellent. Same as my first assessment. You have a winner here. Keep it up. Do whatever you want with it, but put it to paper. This one needs writing.

3rd….. You do as you want OF COURSE…You are the writer and go with your gut as I’ve already told you that you have a winner here but IMO(which matters nothing)Just feedback here as you seem to enjoy getting it along the way.(I don’t think I could do it that way. I’d release all after hours of self-criticism…lol)…….The tacticool spot….great action writing but if going that deep into tactical description, spread it out with bits here and there if adding that element to a given character or book….In the first few paragraphs where it got REALLY descriptive on individual carry out I browsed right over it getting to the action…Too technical….some is excellent, but too much starts to read like a manual if built up in one area….As you backed off the gear description and the action heated up, you pulled it off.

Clair—-a small sign of physical abuse would give the reader sympathy for her actions if that’s where you want to go before she Off’s Jason(If she actually did…It’s implied right now, but not fact…yet.) As it is, she unstable and not going to be welcomed(logically) into the new society…..bats’ in the bell tower my friend. Jason has done NOTHING but help her as misguided as his intentions are. There is no physical abuse and she’s not being held against her will……As it sits right now Clair is a criminal…..if that’s you’re intent then I see Clair being hesitantly admitted into town(If at all), and then a loose cannon that’s more and more unstable that creates problems from here……Excellent character development regardless of the direction.

My $.02 my friend but it really doesn’t matter what I think……This is yours. and its amazing…really. You’re pulling me into a world against my will as I’m into book 3 of a 4 book series and cant stand mixing fiction until I’ve completed the series……Well done CI. :thumbup:

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March 11, 2017 Cast Iron 0
Fightheat wrote:
Really enjoying this story so far thank you for your hard work!
Claire’s response in today’s world would definitely be over the top, however post shtf… I can see it being necessary there are no shelters to disappear into and not a lot of law enforcement available.

Thank you FightHeat for your feedback.

The next chapter is proving to be more difficult than I anticipated.

I am still working on it though.

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March 11, 2017 Fightheat 0

Really enjoying this story so far thank you for your hard work!
Claire’s response in today’s world would definitely be over the top, however post shtf… I can see it being necessary there are no shelters to disappear into and not a lot of law enforcement available.

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March 11, 2017 Fightheat 0

Really enjoying this story so far thank you for your hard work!
Claire’s response in today’s world would definitely be over the top, however post shtf… I can see it being necessary there are no shelters to disappear into and not a lot of law enforcement available.

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LetsPrep11 wrote:
My take on Claire was the same as Ice’s. I was glad when it appeared she had finally had ‘Enough’ but thought her reaction was over the top. I really felt for Claire and I guess I wanted her to be a bit more clever. As my thoughts sped ahead of my reading, I envisioned seeing the tides turn as she began to stand up to her jackazz partner. If she knew how to garden, her mother likely taught her many more useful things that would help them survive (maybe plant identification, food preservation, making soap, etc.). She could have used that against Jason. It would have been fun to see her handing him a job list, instead of her doing everything. Although, Jason probably would have stormed off in search for another weak woman he could control. He’s that type.

Still loving the story! Keep it coming.

Thank you LetsPrep for your input and insight.

I appreciate it.

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March 2, 2017 LetsPrep11 0

My take on Claire was the same as Ice’s. I was glad when it appeared she had finally had ‘Enough’ but thought her reaction was over the top. I really felt for Claire and I guess I wanted her to be a bit more clever. As my thoughts sped ahead of my reading, I envisioned seeing the tides turn as she began to stand up to her jackazz partner. If she knew how to garden, her mother likely taught her many more useful things that would help them survive (maybe plant identification, food preservation, making soap, etc.). She could have used that against Jason. It would have been fun to see her handing him a job list, instead of her doing everything. Although, Jason probably would have stormed off in search for another weak woman he could control. He’s that type.

Still loving the story! Keep it coming.

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March 1, 2017 Cast Iron 0
IceFire wrote:

Cast Iron wrote:

IceFire wrote:I like Claire. Jason definitely needed to go, but I’m kind of sorry that she was the one who had to do it.

Thank you IceFire for continuing to read and comment. I appreciate the feed back.

May I ask what is your “feel” you get from Claire? What kind of person do you think she is?

What I get from Claire is that she has been emotionally/verbally abused, first by her father, and then by Jason. (ason, btw, gave me the impression of the “mall ninja” type…while they had SOME food preps (which I’m betting was more Claire’s doing than his) he was more into the “tacticool” aspect, and pretending to be “on guard” while SHE did all the work. Claire is actually stronger than she thinks she is but the constant emotional abuse, topped off by the stresses of the “SHTF” event caused her to “snap” after reaching her breaking point.

Thing about emotional abusers is that they frequently escalate into physical abuse: I get the sense that her father may have gotten to that stage, and that Jason was quickly getting to that point (if he hadn’t already.)
Claire’s response was the kind that is seen with “battered woman syndrome”.

(Sorry, the stuff I learned in my psych classes may be causing me to over-analyze)

IceFire, your post was exactly what I was trying to convey.
I felt I may have been too subtle in that attempt, hence the reason why I posed the question.

However, I still feel I should have been more descriptive to ensure that was how the reader would see Claire.
As NJMike aptly points out, each persons experience can color a reading.

The initial Claire draft was darker and even somewhat went down physical abuse path, but I found it too distasteful and off putting and deleted that draft outright.

Again, I may use future conversations to add more to Claire.
But right now I have a war to plot.

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March 1, 2017 IceFire 0
Cast Iron wrote:

IceFire wrote:I like Claire. Jason definitely needed to go, but I’m kind of sorry that she was the one who had to do it.

Thank you IceFire for continuing to read and comment. I appreciate the feed back.

May I ask what is your “feel” you get from Claire? What kind of person do you think she is?

What I get from Claire is that she has been emotionally/verbally abused, first by her father, and then by Jason. (ason, btw, gave me the impression of the “mall ninja” type…while they had SOME food preps (which I’m betting was more Claire’s doing than his) he was more into the “tacticool” aspect, and pretending to be “on guard” while SHE did all the work. Claire is actually stronger than she thinks she is but the constant emotional abuse, topped off by the stresses of the “SHTF” event caused her to “snap” after reaching her breaking point.

Thing about emotional abusers is that they frequently escalate into physical abuse: I get the sense that her father may have gotten to that stage, and that Jason was quickly getting to that point (if he hadn’t already.)
Claire’s response was the kind that is seen with “battered woman syndrome”.

(Sorry, the stuff I learned in my psych classes may be causing me to over-analyze)

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February 28, 2017 Cast Iron 0
NJMike wrote:

Cast Iron wrote:NJMike, thank you very much for your input. I really appreciate it.
Based off your critique and observations I clearly did not convey the relationship dynamic as well as I thought I did.
The first draft went more into detail about Claire, her parents, the relationship with Jason and how it all started . . . but it felt like I was going down a rabbit hole and questionable if it was adding to the overall storyline or not.

And to be honest, some of it felt like a cliche: mousey, verbally/emotionally abused young lady, limited options, marries a, to use your most excellent words, bonehead who is nearly carbon copy of her father.
There is a lot of psychology there.
After years and years of continued verbal/emotional abuse, during the SHTF, she snaps.
Again, feels like a cliche.

You have given me something to think about for future posts.

Thank you again.

You’re welcome. I enjoyed the read. I’d say cliches are cliches because they happen often enough to resonate with people and past experiences. That doesn’t mean a cliched character is bad in the story if done properly. If I drew an incorrect cliched conclusion from your intent, that’s based on my life experiences. You still created a character in Claire deep enough in a few short passages to get a reaction out of me.

Thank you again NJMike.
I may use conversations in the future to give a better background story to develop Claire.
Maybe even tempt a cliche.

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February 28, 2017 NJMike 0
Cast Iron wrote:
NJMike, thank you very much for your input. I really appreciate it.
Based off your critique and observations I clearly did not convey the relationship dynamic as well as I thought I did.
The first draft went more into detail about Claire, her parents, the relationship with Jason and how it all started . . . but it felt like I was going down a rabbit hole and questionable if it was adding to the overall storyline or not.

And to be honest, some of it felt like a cliche: mousey, verbally/emotionally abused young lady, limited options, marries a, to use your most excellent words, bonehead who is nearly carbon copy of her father.
There is a lot of psychology there.
After years and years of continued verbal/emotional abuse, during the SHTF, she snaps.
Again, feels like a cliche.

You have given me something to think about for future posts.

Thank you again.

You’re welcome. I enjoyed the read. I’d say cliches are cliches because they happen often enough to resonate with people and past experiences. That doesn’t mean a cliched character is bad in the story if done properly. If I drew an incorrect cliched conclusion from your intent, that’s based on my life experiences. You still created a character in Claire deep enough in a few short passages to get a reaction out of me.

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February 28, 2017 Cast Iron 0
BigOrange75 wrote:
AWESOME. A good read. Looks like you are a natural getting the words to flow onto the paper. Look forward to each post. Keep up the good work.

BigOrange, thank you for your response and feedback.

I sometimes feel it does not flow as well as it should.
I have re-written a three sentence paragraph half a dozen times to get the flow just right.

Again, thank you and I am glad you are enjoying the story.

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NJMike wrote:
If I may offer my feelings on Claire.

First, I don’t have Jason’s perspective to weigh, but will give him some benefit of doubt. He came across as being stubborn and a bonehead. His shelter in place isolation and stored food may have kept them both alive in the early part of SHTF. His follow up ideas were bad, but he was protective of her by standing watch and having OPSEC concerns for both of their benefits. There’s no mention of him being violent with her, just being ignorant of her ideas and reminding her of her father.

Those traits may make surviving harder, but they are not punishable by death.Thus, I don’t think Claire needed to kill Jason.

She had options. She could have left with her own stuff, as she did the first time on the bike. She had gardening skills to offer for room and board. She could have approached the situation with Jason using different conflict management methods, such as demonstrating new options and reward. The meal she cooked was an example, but she didn’t put any further effort into turning their dynamic around positively in a subtle fashion. Her switch had already gone off.

The murder was a disproportionate response. Her motivation was better tasting food? More social interaction? Being a character from one of her books? Escape from someone? She cast Jason as worthless and he should have been easy to escape from. She saw other people, other options and in her calculus his company was now no longer necessary. She internalized their arguments and that’s on her holding onto past demons. She was projecting past anger of her father issues onto her partner, and making him out to be more of a villain with herself as a blameless victim, all in order to rationalize a greater crime. As I noted before, very much a realistic possibility. It happens without SHTF.

With that said, I think her character reads as selfish, an opportunist, perhaps bipolar or otherwise cray cray. She lacks a moral compass and represents a future danger to the community, more so if she encounters conflict with her world view. I wouldn’t trust her.

I think the community, if intent on law and order, would and should hold her accountable for murder.

NJMike, thank you very much for your input. I really appreciate it.
Based off your critique and observations I clearly did not convey the relationship dynamic as well as I thought I did.
The first draft went more into detail about Claire, her parents, the relationship with Jason and how it all started . . . but it felt like I was going down a rabbit hole and questionable if it was adding to the overall storyline or not.

And to be honest, some of it felt like a cliche: mousey, verbally/emotionally abused young lady, limited options, marries a, to use your most excellent words, bonehead who is nearly carbon copy of her father.
There is a lot of psychology there.
After years and years of continued verbal/emotional abuse, during the SHTF, she snaps.
Again, feels like a cliche.

You have given me something to think about for future posts.

Thank you again.

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February 28, 2017 NJMike 0

If I may offer my feelings on Claire.

First, I don’t have Jason’s perspective to weigh, but will give him some benefit of doubt. He came across as being stubborn and a bonehead. His shelter in place isolation and stored food may have kept them both alive in the early part of SHTF. His follow up ideas were bad, but he was protective of her by standing watch and having OPSEC concerns for both of their benefits. There’s no mention of him being violent with her, just being ignorant of her ideas and reminding her of her father.

Those traits may make surviving harder, but they are not punishable by death.Thus, I don’t think Claire needed to kill Jason.

She had options. She could have left with her own stuff, as she did the first time on the bike. She had gardening skills to offer for room and board. She could have approached the situation with Jason using different conflict management methods, such as demonstrating new options and reward. The meal she cooked was an example, but she didn’t put any further effort into turning their dynamic around positively in a subtle fashion. Her switch had already gone off.

The murder was a disproportionate response. Her motivation was better tasting food? More social interaction? Being a character from one of her books? Escape from someone? She cast Jason as worthless and he should have been easy to escape from. She saw other people, other options and in her calculus his company was now no longer necessary. She internalized their arguments and that’s on her holding onto past demons. She was projecting past anger of her father issues onto her partner, and making him out to be more of a villain with herself as a blameless victim, all in order to rationalize a greater crime. As I noted before, very much a realistic possibility. It happens without SHTF.

With that said, I think her character reads as selfish, an opportunist, perhaps bipolar or otherwise cray cray. She lacks a moral compass and represents a future danger to the community, more so if she encounters conflict with her world view. I wouldn’t trust her.

I think the community, if intent on law and order, would and should hold her accountable for murder.

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February 28, 2017 Cast Iron 0
IceFire wrote:
I like Claire. Jason definitely needed to go, but I’m kind of sorry that she was the one who had to do it.

Thank you IceFire for continuing to read and comment. I appreciate the feed back.

May I ask what is your “feel” you get from Claire? What kind of person do you think she is?

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February 27, 2017 Cast Iron 0
NJMike wrote:
Well that took a dark turn. A very realistic possibility though.

Good writing. :thumbsup:

Still reading. :)

Thank you NJMike.

Actually it was toned down a bit from the first draft in terms of darkness.

But I needed to get Claire to a point that will get us to the war.

We are about there now.

Statistics: Posted by Cast Iron — Mon Feb 27, 2017 2:59 pm