It happened instantly. One minute Carla was walking along a peaceful street with her two year old son and her six month old daughter, who was strapped into her stroller. Several other people were also out and about, including others driving along the little residential lane. As Carla stopped at the intersection, a van stopped next to her. Within the van was a mother with her four children all going to meet their father for lunch during his lunch break. On the other side of the street, an elderly man walked his dog. On the other side of the intersection, Carla noticed a group of young men, all gang members. She shuddered. Gangs were on the rise even in her neighborhood.
In a flash of an eye, gunfire erupted from behind her as a couple of cars full of opposing gangsters began to open fire haphazardly at the gang in front of her. The other gang returned fire immediately as they dove for cover. Carla grabbed her son and hit the dirt, as people screamed in fear. As fast as it happened, the gangsters in the cars sped off and the gunfire stopped. Carla rose up slowly, fear permeating her every cell. Looking around, she saw that the van, riddled with bullet holes, had crashed into a store across the intersection. One of the children within screamed in pure agony. Carla’s daughter howled in fear, but was unharmed. Carla checked her son. To her horror, he was laying in a pool of his own blood and was not breathing.
Fracked Up Beyond All Reason. Though this story was fictional, thousands like it play out across our country each year. Shtf can happen in an instant, or it can happen slowly, as in our economic collapse. In an all out shtf situation, you will not be walking down the sidewalk with your stroller and wagon full of supplies. If things get FUBAR, you will be diving from one cover to another with your screaming kids (if you have any) with small, high speed projectiles whizzing by your head!
I have come across so many places on the web where folks think that they’ll be just fine just because they have a bunch of guns and a boat load of ammo, along with a shed full of food and water and maybe a bunch of fancy ‘survival gadgetry’. A lot of preppers are going to die. When things are FUBAR, some places will become war zones far worse than my example story above. This is no joke. I just pray it never gets this bad.
If you can, get out of the city at the first sign of major trouble. If you can’t, fortify well beforehand. If you live in the country, be prepared for if the trouble reaches you. Get proficient with your gear and practice tactical maneuvers for escape and evasion. Learn how to disguise yourself so that you will be more likely to be left alone. Learn how to hide well, even in disgusting places. Do not think that you’ll be just fine just because you’re a prepper, you can die just as easily as anyone else. Prepare and train now, tomorrow could be too late. Remember, ‘zombies’ don’t discriminate when they are hungry.
Pray for peace, prepare for war. May God help us all.