Free The Last Blade Of Grass by Robert Brown Page A

Lindsey and Paul. I am planning on heading there. They have a small farm and live away from any big towns, so we might just hold up there until things get back to normal. I was hoping you could take my stuff and store it at your place.”
    “I don’t know, Matt. I don’t think this is going to be some easy fix where you can just come back and pick up your stuff in a few months. If this is some kind of virus and it's all over the country already, then the whole of society is probably going to get wiped out. You might not even be able to make it back for a couple of years. Think about it, there will be the infected to deal with, the desperate, the criminals, and the crazies that can’t get their meds. All of the infrastructure might be gone, and you can forget about motorized transportation if the roads get clogged.”
    Katherine adds, “There’s sure to be a mass exodus out of all cities when they hear about a plague, and with the gasoline shortages we’ve been having, cars and trucks will fill the roadways with people unable to get fuel. If you go to Idaho, you should take all of your stuff with you. Get a rental truck or something, but don’t plan on making an easy trip back. This is just the type of thing we’ve all been preparing for.”
    “I would, trust me, I would take my stuff, but I need to get there quick. Any long road trip with a truck full of supplies is just an invitation to disaster. I know you’re both right, that things will really crumble because of this disease. Things were already bad enough without throwing a pandemic in the mix. But my main priority now is getting to Rachel and the kids. The supplies are secondary. I know I’ll probably never see those supplies again. I just don’t want them raided or destroyed by staying at my place. Please, pick them up.”
    “All right, I will if I can get to them with a truck. When are you leaving?”
    “When I leave here I’m heading back home to pick up my guns and ammo. Everything else in the house that you can grab, take to your place. Save them for as long as you can, but use anything that you need. I have a detailed list of everything, in a binder on the kitchen table, and here is a key to the house. I know where your ranch is, so if I can make it back, I’ll stop in to say hello someday.” Matt has a somber look and an attempted smile on his face.
    “I’ll get the stuff, Matt, but I’m clearing out this place first. I’m assuming you don’t have a big sign advertising survival supplies on the outside of your house,” I say with a grin.
    “That is a definite no . I’m glad you had this place, though. I didn’t want to order most of my stuff through the internet or on the phone and have the NSA and other government types knowing what I have purchased and stored,” he replies while heading over to the door.
    I unlock it to let him out. “Goodbye, Matt. Be safe on the road.”
    Everyone shakes Matt’s hand, and he leaves.
    Hannah calls over from the computer. “Dad, the news is getting worse. Whatever this thing is seems to be spreading quickly. I mean, it’s everywhere. Not just here in the U.S. either. It’s all over the world according to bloggers reports. And it says something about martial law.”
    “Martial Law? Did they say it has been declared?”
    “No, some bloggers and a few news sites are saying there is a document from some general talking about martial law and this illness. I’m trying to find the letter right now, but every link that is supposed to take me to it is blank.”
    “It sounds like someone in the government is trying to cover up their tracks,” Jessie offers.
    “Dad, Benjamin is awake,” Olivia calls from the door to the house.
    “Hannah, can you take care of Benjamin? Mom is almost home, and then she will take him. I need to finish up here, okay?”
    “I can take him, Dad,” Olivia says.
    “Thanks, Olivia. Still, I want Hannah to go with you and tell you what's going on. I’m going to need you