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No Sex)

   I was the "crazy guy" around town.  The guy buying hundreds of pounds of
rice and beans and crates of MRE's.  I was the guy buying water storage
tanks and chain link and barbed wire.  The guy renting heavy equipment to
dig out huge pits and buying heavy storage containers connect together in
the pits.  I stockpiled weapons and ammo and set up diesel generators and
solar panels.  I was a "prepper".  I was preparing for Armageddon -- the
Apocalypse -- War -- Zombie Attacks...  whatever.  I don't know what pushed
me in that direction, but there was just a feeling deep in my gut that
something was coming.  Something big.

   My wife couldn't take the obsession.  She accepted selling the house and
collectibles to pay for the new compound, but when I cashed out my 401k,
sold our stock portfolio, and our expensive cars.  She moved out of state
and took my two kids -- a son and a daughter.  Protecting my family had
caused me to lose them....  but I was hoping she would come to her senses
before anything big happened.

   My complex was in a remote section of woods where hunting and trapping
was plentiful, there was a large underground aquifer, and the small valley
gave protection from many airborne particulates as well as surprise attacks
from the outside.

   The above-ground complex appeared to be bunkers and storage units and a
house -- but that was really just a decoy to hide the nearly 4,500 square
feet under ground.  I had ground sensors, hidden cameras, tripwires, traps,
remote decoys, and even a short-term electric fence -- all powered by solar
panels and generators that stored massive amounts of energy in the
underground battery bunkers.  I had even built in a safeguard that
physically disconnected the battery bunker from the above-ground
electronics in the event of an EMP burst.

   In hopes that my wife would return, I had two kids rooms and I had
decorated the underground safe house to feel like a home; I had sheetrock
[soups and other canned foods behind it, of course], running water,
bathrooms, showers, and even a place for a TV.  I had also built a Farrady
cage within a lead-lined cement bunker in the floor of the underground
units to protect stored electronics.  I stored sturdy laptops, tablet
computers, televisions, spare cameras and security electronics, portable
solar panels, and boxes of SD memory cards storing thousands of books,
movies, TV series, documentaries, and how-to shows.  There were also
hundreds of survival and prepping books stored electronically in case I
needed to understanding scavenging for non-poisonous foods, wanted to plant
a garden, needed to detoxify the earth, or whatever else might come up that
I don't anticipate.  And in case I get lonely, [and since I don't have to
justify myself to my wife any more] I have a library of pornography
including pictures, videos, and stories.  It was a virtual library.

   I was ready.  Of course I wasn't finished -- I wouldn't be until I had
to hunker down.  I was going to continue fine tuning as long as I could
last.

   And then the rumors started.  A massive buildup of forces near Korea --
and the Russians building bases in Syria -- and sabre rattling by Libya and
Egypt.  The world was coming unraveled.

   Needless to say, I made fewer trips to town while I watched the news.

   And then late one night it began.  Breaking news said that we had
launched strikes on Egypt, Libya, Syria and North Korea.  It was insane! 
Shortly thereafter the Emergency Alert System was activated stating that a
variety of attacks had happened overseas, including biological, chemical
and nuclear weapons.  Some missiles had been launched and were inbound to
the U.S., but our missile defense system took them out.

   Then the real attacks began.  Apparently sleeper cells in the United
States had been awaiting this time.  They launched 3 missiles from within
the united states that were armed with EMP blasts.  There could have been
more worldwide, but we would never know -- or perhaps we would eventually,
but the world would have to be reset first.  The news anchor said that
there were reports of a large EMP explosion over Washington, DC which would
essentially fry all electronics on the East Coast, and reports of an
explosion over Kansas.  All contact had been lost.  Then there was a live
report of a missile launch over the central valley of California...  and
then the lights went out.  Moments later surface electronics sparked and
smoked.  The EMP blast had wiped out everything.

   I hurried into my shelter, locked myself in, cranked the power switches
over to connect the battery array, and connected the cables from my radio
system to the antenna tower.  I flipped the radio on and scanned the
frequencies for any sign of communications.  It was eerily silent.  I left
it running and began my to-do list to get operational after I knew the air
[and area] was safe.

   I kicked back in my chair with my notepad in hand and said to myself,
"Let's do this."
   (To be continued)