Apocalypse Road Trip: An Apocalypse Mom Story by Elizabeth L. Jones

Author:Elizabeth L. Jones [Jones, Elizabeth L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Literature & Fiction, Short Stories, Single Author, Science Fiction & Fantasy, Science Fiction, Post-Apocalyptic, 90 Minutes (44-64 Pages), Single Authors
ISBN: 1492981974
Amazon: B00G8P2FPO
Published: 2013-10-26T04:00:00+00:00

November 6, 2015

After that first morning, where we all woke up stiff and cranky, we actually managed to sleep in the beds. We spent that first day organizing, taking stock of what we had (a fair amount of dry goods, animal food, blankets, hygiene items, etc), what we needed (fresh produce of any kind, more first aid supplies, gas for the truck, a rooster), and what we wanted (pizza, bubble baths, online shopping…ok, maybe we got a bit carried away there). That was also the day I started this journal.

Marvin made good on his promise to head back into town, and actually came back with some collards and beans. Who’d have ever thought I’d be so happy to see collard greens? His niece had an early crop coming in, and didn’t seem to mind sharing, since running up to Jackson to sell her extra at the farm market wasn’t feasible anymore. Betty took me around the cabin, pointing out edible plants like Amaranth and Sheep Sorrell. I liked the Sorrell, its leaves had a tangy, lemony taste that I thought would be wonderful on salads.

The kids started working with Owen getting the garden plot ready to plant. It was a little late in the year, but this far south we should still be able to get a decent crop. I never thought that I had spoiled or sheltered my kids, but they were proving me wrong. It took three tries for Jackson to come back with the hoe; he had no idea what one was. By lunchtime, though, they’d managed to clear the area, so that was something.

I was happily surprised to discover that Marvin had installed a septic tank at some point. With the well water, we were able to continue to use the toilet, at least for now. Dumping a bucket of water to flush was a lot better than squatting over a hole in an outdoor shack. Unfortunately, it would’ve taken too much to fill up the tub, so we took sponge baths, hoping Marvin would rig us up another one of his shower contraptions.

The afternoon was spent planting, listening to the kids bickering, cleaning, listening to the kids bickering, cooking dinner, listening to the kids bickering….I think you get the picture. Even with so much to do, they still found time to squabble.

Honestly, I didn’t really feel like we got a lot accomplished the first day, though I suppose we did. Everything felt kind of surreal, like we were on some kind of back to nature vacation. It hadn’t really sunk in yet that this was reality now, that there was no going back, at least not for a very long time. I guess it’s good in a way, otherwise we might have all freaked out.

The second night was an adjustment for sure. We all went to bed on time, but sleeping was once again elusive. The kids rolled and twisted and flipped and said “stop touching me” no less than eighty-five times. Somehow though, the exhaustion caught up with us and we all eventually slept.

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