The Longest Drive

Chapter 3 - Preparedness

I stood by with an eyebrow firmly raised as I watched Orrin assemble the gear he kept stowed in the back of his Jeep. Preparedness wasn't the name for it!

This was a man who prepared for the absolute worst. I had never seen such a complete bug out bag before and if that wasn't enough, he had enough spare items to make virtually an entire second pack of which I would carry.

Very impressed I continued to stand off to the side as Orrin set the pack on the ground next to his. He was very quiet this morning, if morning could be what it was called. The light was dim and yet the evidence of the sun shone through the ash laden clouds overhead dimly in proof of it being morning because of its position in the sky.

Refocusing on Orrin I again wondered at the reason for his quiet reserve. His manner towards me was nothing but respectful though, and so I had little cause to worry.

My face flushed, as the memory of how he had essentially buried his face between my legs this morning and licked me with his tongue, came back in full force of passionate memory. He glanced at me and noting my blush his brow quirked and he spoke his first words of the day, "Want me to do it again?"

Did I ever, but my response to him was a shy, "No."

He looked away and worked on removing the back floorboard of the Jeep, but in the process of doing so, he said, "I thought you weren't supposed to lie as a Christian."

My face blushed a brighter red, but for a different reason. I didn't give him an answer though and without waiting for one he pulled up the floorboard of the Jeep and I gasped aloud at what was revealed.

"Are you crazy!" I exclaimed, as my eyes took in the arsenal that had been revealed.

"That's what the doctors said." Orrin said nonchalantly and glancing to him I started to disclaim what I'd meant, but holding a hand up, he stated, "I know what you meant." In the process of doing so he smiled and I was struck by how engaging his smile was.

Feeling a little weak in the knees from the effects of it, I asked, "The doctors said you were crazy?"

"Mentally unstable and prone to uncontrollable bouts of rage is how I believe they put it." Glancing to me he said seriously, "You were right to fear me."

I shook my head no, and said, "No, I wasn't. I should have prayed sooner is all."

He shook his head and began unloading the stash of weapons. I blinked repeatedly as I saw him connect a string of grenades to his belt.

"Exactly what will they be needed for?" I asked softly.

He glanced at me and then back to his task as he spoke, "Being a civilian and a foreign one at that, I don't expect you to know what even now is occurring. You see I've taken part in disaster training for an event like this and let me tell you the aftermath of an event like this isn't pretty. Those you think should help you will be your executioners in the end."

"What do you mean?"

"You ever hear of FEMA?" He asked and I nodded my head yes.

"Well, there are thousands of FEMA camps in this country. Many are disguised as jails and the irony is that this is exactly what they are. An event like this is something that some very influential people have desperately been waiting for to occur. There are those in this world who feel that there are far too many useless eaters, as they would call them, essentially you and me. A natural event like this gives them the ability to ensure a dramatic drop in population, even as they find popular support to declare martial law and throw the whole book of American freedoms out the door as they sit happily within their underground bunkers swilling down martinis on the rocks while people eat each other on the surface."