If I Were the Last Man Alive
Copyright© 2014 by Number 7
Chapter 13
Tuesday morning, in my own bed and own house, I awakened to the sound of rain. It pounded on the roof and windows. When I looked outside, I saw nothing but a wall of rain.
The low and thick clouds would most likely block the sun for hours, so I went back to bed. A lazy morning was a good thing once in a while.
After a late breakfast, I scouted grocery and other warehouses at a complex only about a three-minute drive from the house. Through the center doors, I entered an enormous building — I guessed it to be about 50,000 square feet and roughly twenty-five feet high.
Non-perishables foods were racked in the front third of the center set of bays, which
were not heavily stocked. Since there was less chance of a weather event ruining my supplies in that area, I moved pallets of my favorite foods to the center, creating an alphabetical stock system so I could easily locate every item.
In the middle of the bay, I built a "dry" room to keep unwanted wetness off the boxed dry goods. It wasn't all food. There were pallets of paper goods, band-aids and first aid items, kitchen supplies, pots, pans, personal hygiene products and a host of other household items.
There was a big frozen area, but I stayed far away from the rotting foods that were surely in that area.
Once I had arranged the warehouse to my satisfaction, I searched for safe, dry storage for my vehicle inventory. In the last two weeks, I had learned how important it was to assemble a big collection of vehicles to handle all my needs. What I didn't have was a big bay in which to keep them.
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