In my new release ESCAPE TO MY ARMS,Sara is a prepper. She’s prepared for all kinds of emergencies. One of the best ways she’s prepared is by having a prepper standard—the Bug Out Bag—in her car when she needs it. A Bug Out Bag is a backpack filled with essentials you might need to help you survive for 72 hours should you have to leave. I’m a mild prepper. I have a small food storage at home in case we can’t leave the house and I need to feed my family. I have a small amount of water stored. I have a generator with fuel if we lose power and need heat.
And I also made Bug Out Bags for each of our vehicles. I call them my zombie apocalypse bags. 😉 Here’s a few of the things that I put in my bags, but I’m sure there is more you could add if you wanted to.
Filtering water bottles with extra filters
First aid supplies, plastic gloves, air filter masks
Swiss army knife and hunting knife
Toilet paper, tissues, and other toiletries
Tube tent and space blankets
Candles, glow-sticks, flashlights
Solar powered radio
Tarp and cord
I’m sure there are other things, but I can’t think of what right now. So, do you have a Bug Out Bag? What’s in yours that isn’t in mine? If you don’t have one, will you make one now that you know they exist and you might need one in the future?
I don’t expect the world to end any time soon, but you never know when you’ll get stranded on the highway, lost or need to flee a storm. Why not be prepared, just in case?
Sara’s been preparing for this moment her whole life—she just never believed it would actually happen. With her bug-out bag and emergency food already in her truck, her only goal is to get to her family’s hidden bunker and wait out the pandemic that’s hit every major cruise ship port in the US. But her plan quickly falls apart. She’s out of gas, her route to the bunker is now a two-lane parking lot with no alternative in sight, and her only weapon is a pocketknife. For an experienced prepper, she’s made every rookie mistake.
Dane believes he’s safe in his cabin, off the beaten path and in the woods with his own source for water, electricity and an endless supply of food to hunt. After finding Sara stranded and alone, he’s suddenly not only providing for and protecting himself, but also the girl who wandered out of the woods and into his life. When looters come looking to take what he has, Sara and Dane’s only option is to make a run for their last hope—the bunker.
Can Sara and Dane find safety in each other’s arms and will they survive long enough to escape to a future together?
Sara sipped her wine and nibbled on another square of chocolate. He was right. Again.
They didn’t know what would happen in the future. Hell, they didn’t even know if there was a future to look forward to at this point. So why shouldn’t they enjoy the moments like this one while they could? Moments when they were safe, warm, fed, and comfortable. They might not get many more nights like this if things kept getting worse, as they seemed to be. Best to savor the time while you had it instead of squandering it away with fights.
At this point, she didn’t even know what future awaited her at the bunker. Would she live with her family for the rest of their lives, never to interact with people from the outside world again? That’s sort of what they wanted, wasn’t it? Wasn’t that why they hadn’t told anyone about the bunker, because they couldn’t trust anyone?
What if this was her last night on her own? It might be her last night to live her life however she wanted to before she had to start making group decisions with her family.
“You’re right.” She polished off the last of her wine in a big gulp. Her head already swirled with the effects of the alcohol. She’d always been a lightweight when it came to getting drunk. Tonight would be no different. Good thing she’d planned to stop at one this evening. She had other plans for the rest of the night.
“Right about what exactly? I said a bunch of stuff.”
She put her wineglass on the floor and took his hand in hers. “You were right about enjoying this moment we have tonight since we don’t know what the future holds, or even if we have a future.”
“Does this mean I’m forgiven?” He smiled, squeezing her hand.
“Yes. And then some.”
Sara took the wineglass from his hand and set it down next to hers, then straddled his lap, resting her hands on his chest. She pressed her mouth to his, delighting in the surprise on his face.
She wasn’t a throw-caution-to-the-wind kind of girl, but for once she was going to do just that, since she didn’t know if she’d have wind to be cautious of later on. Tonight, she’d live by her feelings. Tomorrow she’d go back to surviving.
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