If I Were the Last Man Alive
Copyright© 2014 by Number 7
Chapter 10
I heard waves breaking below. For a little while I lay and listened, thinking of the power of the oceans and how they work together to make so many other things work.
I was going to have to force myself through this day. I had little get-up-and-go left in me. Hopefully I would gather some energy and finish the propane tasks.
I thought I had enough propane for about 16 - 17 years, with a comfortable margin for mathematical error. If I could do as well at the other three places and find more in the Orlando area, I could store enough to last 40 – 50 years without traveling far to find more.
Breakfast was courtesy of a health food place along the road. There were lots of packaged thing, and I stocked up on the ones that tasted good. At each stop, I restocked bottled water, gasoline in the truck and whatever caught my eye.
My goal was to be fully stocked in vital supplies. As long as I stayed true to that, I could handle sickness, minor injuries, and anything that might put me out of commission for days or weeks.
I spent the next few days moving trucks of propane into place and creating an inventory and a formula to figure out how long the supply would last. When I was finished, I thought I had enough for fifty years or so.
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