“Those with proper prepping will have arms, food and water to survive at least three months. They will have to fight off the city folk for resources.”
I love my neighbors. And it was totally by accident that we ended up moving to a place where the neighbors were all prepared. I mean, we didn’t realize it at the time. We live on a short holler, that ends in the Cherokee national Forest. The neighbor at the very front of the road talk to me about how we could drop trees to stop anyone from coming in. And from his house he can see the road and take out anyone coming up. He also said he is keeping his black Angus herd for food and to barter, although he is retired and would rather give up all the work they entail. The guy at the very end of the holler has volunteered to be the armory for the road. He has enough ammunition to supply all of us, he says. However I don’t think that’s necessary since everyone else has their own supply. Everyone has Gardens. Most are from around here so they have the knowledge from their grandfathers and great-grandfathers. There are numerous Wells about, and people take power outages in stride.
I really had no idea we were moving into an area with people with the same mindset as us. It’s kind a hard when you’re looking at houses to go around and ask the neighbors about that sort of thing. Plus we didn’t want to tip our hand at what we were doing. And we really haven’t, we just kinda nod our head with these people but we don’t say too much. I don’t know if that makes them nervous about us or not, But they act like we fit in OK.
I hope we get prepper neighbors but I don’t want to announce that we’re ready should the zombie apocalypse happen.
I’ll just surreptitiously plant nut trees and apple and cherry trees and raspberry bushes, and do my usual garden.