Originally posted by this_is_who_we_are
(...) could very well be the beginning of The Global Zombie Apocalypse!
Not the dreaded GZA!!!!
We just checked the local filling station and, Yumpin' Yehosophat
, all the cars were putting in gas as fast as it would flow and, yes, their
vehicles - (GASP!) most of them SUV's and Jeeps - were full of bug-out items, tents, backpacks, suitcases, firewood, guns, even lots of beer and food!
And the occupants were inside the shack that poses as a gas station filling their faces as if there was no tomorrow!
Maybe they know something.
We’ll attempt communication.
We managed to sneak a shot while some lady rummaged seemingly everywhere in that vehicle for diapers.
Closer to our position, we gingerly approached this bear of a person looking like Sasquatch's brother, tattoos obliterating all exposed skin, and
managed to bleat out, "Where y'all goin'?"
He turned his head (we wondered how that was accomplished as it appeared to have no neck) and through breath that would puke a junk yard dog off a
garbage truck, snarled, "If'n it's anything to ya, Squirt, we're g’wan beyond where the road ends."
In the blink of an eye, it all became perfectly clear.
We remember the signs...
And being forced by the piss-poor economy to be able to afford to carry only a few one-dollar bills at any one time. Don't recall when we last
embraced a sawbuck...
There is something definitely up!
The OP is right!
Head for them thar hills!!
We who live here in the backwoods of North Georgia heard that the significant other’s FEMA
friend told the trout who told the worm who told
the fishmonger, "Let's all get together and hold an "exercise" in the New Madrid Region; BTW, bring your tanks and personal weapons.
Now that our interest was piqued, we decided to follow and see where the end of his
We took the main road out of town under a HAARP-free sky.
Out of the fog materialized another obviously frazzled impatient evacuee attempting a repack of her vehicle alongside the road.
Of course, gentlepersons that we are, we stopped and rendered assistance, as we are well recognized, peer-reviewed professional packers with umpteen
years of hands-on experience. Solved her problem right quick and got a tip to boot.
Psst. Wanna buy a barely-used turquoise suitcase? How about a red-and-white polka-dot rolling portmanteau
We followed them over hill and dale, but we knew a shortcut.
Finally, their caravan stopped and off-loaded, their “end of the road” reached. There they are! Obviously, all thoughts of “civilization” far
from their minds as the sensory overload grips their reality. (Notice 4th generation holographic 3-D helmut on seat of personal 2-wheel escape pod in
Peace at last.
Getting caught up in the frenzy and because it looks so good, we thinks that we might just scamper home, load up and bug out ourselves, just to be
safe, in case that
esteemed member in the Midwest is anywhere close to being right... :shk:
“What’s that you say?
”Why leave where we are?”
We “evacuated” from where we were
to our little corner of the world here
15 years ago.
“Darn this crowded big-city life. Time to leave.
And here we are: Rabun County, Georgia.
One neat feature is a choice of school systems for those unfortunate enough not to be home-schooled.
Another feature illuminates the rushing crystal-clear rivers here - great fun with our Bandit
Old Town Appalachian
Home, home on the range, where llamas and beefalo roam...
The road to Black Rock Mountain.
Rabun Militia secret HQ (with HAARP-blocking transmitter disguised as steeple) in the old church in Wolffork Valley.
Wolffork Valley, awaiting your pleasure.
Father and son with bait fish.
Quite unlike that photo you sent us last summer of your “catch” in the Ann Arbor sewer system. Hope you were able to
climb up the ladder to daylight and at least hook a street-sweeping job. Did you finally fillet and eat that thing? How was it with A-1
Let it rain.
Peace Love Light
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