Panda spent her morning rethinking her bug-out bag. As any survivalist knows, a bug-out bag is your first line of defense in an ‘end of the world as we know it’ scenario. It contains as many of the things you need for shelter, food, safety, water, first aid, and self-protection that you can reasonably carry on your back. She kept one in the trunk of her car at all times and the major one in her hall closet by the back door of her rental home.
She looked through the array of survival gear that she had sweated bullets and leaked money to collect for her eventual worst case situation. She removed the full set of camo cargo pants and jacket and set it aside. She felt slightly silly now, thinking of herself fully suited in urban camouflage. She didn’t see a use for the camp stove and fuel pellets at this time, either. Those could get packed into her closet that held her camping gear.
On her list of things to add to her stash was a portable yet powerful telescope. She thought it might be a good idea to get up onto a rooftop of a high-rise and survey the city, grid by grid. She was certain there were survivors out there and wanted to search for signs of life such as movement on the roads or chimney smoke. She knew that as time went on, isolation could cause fear, paranoia and instability in anyone. She had her cousin for comfort and company but what of someone who was alone and in a panic? At day three, she just did not want to turn a street corner and walk into the business end of a rifle held by someone who had witnessed the end of the world and had not been able to keep from going insane.
Right then Dell called from the Pet Maxx sounding utterly insane!