He was still in shock over what was happening. Although he had been semi-prepared for this most of his life, he had never deep down believed it would happen. It had been an interesting idea, surviving an apocalypse. He had taken preparatory steps out of a sense that it would be foolish not to. Imagine if after all that study he had not made any preparations at all—how crazy would that be? He did not have a lot of money so he could not buy a remote ranch, or build deep concrete bunkers, or purchase huge supplies of stock. Instead he had done what he could, and though it was much more than almost everyone else, it wasn’t enough to guarantee his survival; just enough to assure a good start that with hard work, smart thinking and good luck might provide for survival. Maybe. Maybe was the big word in survival. Maybe he had thought of the right things, maybe he had stocked the right things, and maybe luck would be on his side. Nothing was certain. He had given his children three months of food supplies, a ham radio and power inverters wrapped in foil, water-purifying tablets, first aid kits, and written instructions.
