Survivors-
Dean Westin: Divorced father of three. 32 years old. National Guard soldier and Veteran of two tours in Iraq and one in Afghanistan. School security officer
Genevieve Tyler: Divorced mother of three. 30 years old. Administrative assistant.
Julia Tyler: Widowed grandmother. 88 years old. Homemaker.
Peter Westin: 10-year old boy
Duncan Westin: 4-year old boy
Jeana Westin: 8-year old girl
Nutrition:
7 cases (160 total units) of military MRE’s and TOTM’s (taken from national guard armory on drill weekends)
Survival Straws
Iodine tablets
Supplies:
Reloading equipment and supplies used for trimming and cleaning casings, smelting and casting bullets, measure and pour powder, and fashion pistol, rifle, and shotgun rounds. Enough supplies to manufacture over five thousand rounds of 5.56, .300 BLK, 9mm, 6.5 Grendel, 10mm, and .40 S&W
Medical:
5 Combat Casualty Care medical kits (each enough to stabilize almost any wound that isn't immediately fatal, with enough in each kit to treat 3 patients)
12 Individual First Aid Kits (each first aid kit can treat most serious, non-fatal wounds (though tourniquets in each kit can stop arterial bleeding) and is enough to treat one adult patient)
2 Full-size Field medic bags (includes anesthetics and opioid painkillers, with enough to stabilize and even treat most serious wounds that don't require extensive surgery. Each kit can treat 5 adult patients.)
2 field stretchers.
Year’s supply of analgesics, antihistamines, digestive medicine, energy-based diet pills, depressants, and broad-spectrum antibiotics.
Tools/Maintenance supplies:
1 Carpenter/Plumber/Electrician/Masonry tool kit
1 Vehicle Maintenance tool kit
Air compressor, pneumatic nailer, pneumatic hammer drill, palm air nailer, large bolt cutters , power hand saw, electric jigsaw, 3 climbing and hauling kits (rope and webbing (in rope bags), carabiners, ascenders, pulleys, and harnesses), battery powered drill w/ extra batteries, gator grip universal socket wrench
1 Armorer’s tool kit
Specialized:
Solar-powered battery charger
12 Survival Kits
Waterproof notebooks and notepads, Rite in the Rain pens, fine and large-tip sharpies in a variety of colors,
50 Chem light packs
40 min chem light packs/dispensers
7 Camelbak-style water bladder packs
7 Respirator masks
SINCGARS radio system base w/ four external radios (borrowed from national guard armory shortly after inventory was conducted).
Six backpacks of various size- 2 3-day ruck sacks, 2 1-day travel packs, 1 duffel bag, 1 sling-style backpack
Trade: 30 cartons of full-flavor cigarettes, 30 menthol
Tactical gear-
3 adult plate carriers with (Large, medium, and small) and 2 micro plate carriers all with level III soft armor and level IV lightweight front, rear, and side plates..
2 short swords
3 large field knives
2 tomahawks
Rifles-
Sig Sauer MCX Short Barrel Rifle (SBR) chambered in .300 BLK with SilencerCo Omega Silencer.
Custom AR-15 SBR chambered in .300 BLK w/ a 10” barrel and SilencerCo Omega 9k Silencer
Custom AR-15 chambered in 6.5 Grendel w/ a 20” barrel and a ThunderBeast Ultra-9 Silencer
2 Ruger 10/22 (.22lr) take-down rifles with integrally suppressed barrels
Pistols-
Sig Sauer P226 TacOps (9mm) w/Dead Air Wolf-9SD Silencer
Springfield XD Mod. 2 (9mm)
Smith & Wesson M&P22 Compact (.22lr) w/SilencerCo Micro-Octane Silencer
Springfield XDm 9 (9mm)
Sig Sauer P365 (9mm)
Shotguns (All 12 gauge)-
Remington 870 Home Defense
Remington Tac-14
Stoeger over/under sawed-off
Origin 12 SBV w/ SilencerCo Salvo 12
Ammunition-
20,000 rounds of .22lr (5,000 subsonic, 15,000 supersonic)
10,000 rounds of 9mm (5,000 supersonic, 5,000 subsonic)
10,000 rounds of .300 BLK (5,000 supersonic, 5,000 subsonic)
3,000 rounds of 6.5 Grendel
2,000 rounds of 12 gauge 2 3/4 00 quadrangle buckshot
2,000 rounds of 12 gauge 2 3/4 birdshot
3,000 rounds of 12 gauge 3" sabot slugs
3,000 rounds of 12 gauge 3" 00 quadrangle buckshot
1,000 rounds of 12 gauge 3" flechette sabot shells
1,000 rounds of 12 gauge Dragon's Breath
Dozens of rifle and pistol magazines
Storage:
Weapons-
Sig Sauer P226 kept next to bed in a small biometric safe
Sig Sauer MCX kept in a secret compartment in bed headboard when at home, in sling-style backpack with survival supplies when away from home.
Remington Tac-14 kept hidden between driver and passenger seats of Tundra
Springfield XDm 9 kept in Tundra glove compartment
Springfield XD Mod. 2 kept in Genevieve’s purse.
Sig Sauer P365 kept in biometric safe next to bed when at home, in IWB holster when away from home.
All other guns are kept in a large biometric safe with loaded magazines and extra ammo.
1 closet in master bedroom, dedicated to holding medical gear, specialized gear, tactical gear, and armorer’s tools, with more kept under the bed.
Shed on the balcony full of tools/equipment
Vehicles:
QuietKat FatKat QKM1000 w/ two extra batteries and charger
Toyota Tundra
Nissan Sentra
Stronghold: 3rd floor, 3-bedroom apartment with a below-ground garage under the building. No elevator, two sets of stairs, one large balcony overlooking one side of the building. 12 total units in that building, with the top four apartments all being 3-bedroom options with a lofted bedroom. 1,075 sq feet total, with a master bedroom enjoying a walk-in closet and master bathroom. There are 2 closets in each of the other bedrooms, each of them using sliding doors. Each bedroom has one window facing out to the same side as the balcony. In addition there is a storage room across from the lofted bedroom that also houses the hot-water heater and furnace for the unit. The only entrance to the apartment opens into the living room, which also features a sliding glass door that exits on to the balcony. Opposite the living room is a small dining area with a bar-style counter and chairs that look into the small kitchen. Directly in front of the front door is a set of stairs that lead up to the lofted bedroom and the storage area. Just beside the stairs is a hallway that leads to a bathroom on one side and a bedroom on the other, with a coat closet underneath the stairs and the master bedroom at the end of the hall.
City: La Vista, Nebraska
Lore:
Post-traumatic stress from 3 tours, a drinking habit, and a sex addiction did not add up to a great father or husband. Too bad Genevieve didn’t know this before they got married 10 years ago. She had filed for divorce ten years later and it had taken only six months for it to be finalized. Dean wasn’t going to fight her on it either- she’d stuck with him long enough trying to help him work through his issues, but she realized it just wasn’t going to be enough. Sometimes in order for a person to get better, you have to stop helping him, and that’s what she did.
Westin was never able to move out of the three-bedroom home he had once shared with his ex-wife and kids. There were too many memories here, and he didn’t want to pack-up and try to move into a new place. Besides, when she finally came around to letting the kids stay the night, they would need somewhere to sleep, and it would be a lot easier to do with their old bedrooms already in place.
With the family gone though, that left a lot more room for Dean to store all of the extra crap he’d been running out of room for. The Army vet had been fascinated with the zombie apocalypse in his late teens and early twenties. Enlisting in the military had only fueled his obsession with firearms and disaster preparation and surviving “off the grid.” Westin ended up using much of his enlistment and re-enlistment bonuses on weapons, silencers, ammo, and body armor. Even the kids had their own plate carriers now.
When they were married, Genevieve had never questioned Dean’s preparatory measures. He wasn’t going as far as to build and bury a bunker somewhere out in the middle of nowhere, and with the climate the way it was politically, socially, and globally, it wasn’t a terrible idea to be prepared. It had started to become too much for their three-bedroom apartment, though. Once she’d caught him skipping work to sneak off with the last tramp he was unfaithful with, though, space cleared up quick.
Now the closet in the master bedroom was loaded with all of his tactical equipment, while the medical supplies were kept in the boys’ bedroom closets. With not much use for entertaining, the dining-room became a reloading station for all of his custom ammunition needs. The shed on the balcony had enough room for all of his tools and equipment, and Jeana’s room held everything else he had managed to amass, including a radio base and a few man-packs he’d managed to take from one of the vehicles at his unit and the supply room after they’d been counted for the annual inventory.
Stealing from his armory was bold, but the 32-year old Staff Sergeant couldn’t help the feeling in the pit of his stomach that the clouds were darkening and it was about time to start circling the wagons. If he was wrong and this feeling passed, he could return the equipment like nothing happened. It was this disturbing sense that had been keeping him up at night lately, and causing him to check and double-check that his supplies were in order. He had a pulley system rigged and ready to go on the balcony in case he had to evacuate in a hurry, and he was prepared to destroy the staircase in case it was necessary to hold up there.
Often times, Dean would find himself thinking and worrying about his family. Even though they hadn’t lived together in years now, he couldn’t help but feel responsible for their safety and security. They were all the way across town now, living with her mother in the house that she had grown up in. It was a blessing for his ex-mother-in-law, really, who now had someone to cook and clean for and to help her take care of the house and herself in her aging years. After her husband had passed away five years ago, it had been harder for her to live on her own. Sam, her five-year old boxer loved having the kids around to play with as well.
With disaster looming in his mind, Dean had been planning for several different scenarios. If the worst happened, the freeway would be shut down, forcing most people to try to flee on the streets. By street, it would take him thirty minutes to reach his wife and children, or for them to reach him. If he had to hoof it though- if the roads and streets all became impassable- he could hike there with a 20-pound pack in about five hours. He had begun keeping a “get-home” bag with him whenever he was out, his Sig MCX folded up in it and a panel of soft armor in the laptop compartment at the back of it. Just in case he ever forgot, or he ever needed it, his Remington Tac-14 shotgun was kept between the seats of his pickup truck, and he left his old XDM 9 in the glove compartment.
Looking over at his night-time nemesis, the clock at his bedside, he glared at the digits that seemed to glare right back at him- “0245”
“Fuck this,” he grunted as he got out of bed in his boxer briefs and headed downstairs. He had a glass of The Macallan in the cupboard and a couple of whiskey stones in the freezer. Soon the two elements were combined with well over four fingers of scotch in a low-ball as he opened up his closet. First grabbing his humidor and popping it open, he perused the selection of cigars he had left and selected a mid-grade one. Cigar and scotch in hand, he set both down on the coffee table in his living room before going back to the closet and fetching his cleaning kit and his 6.5 grendel, as well as the Sig MCX he usually kept in a hidden headboard compartment on his bed. Setting both of them down, he cut his cigar with the knife in his maintenance kit and lit it with his trusty table lighter he left in the living room. He didn’t plan on getting his deposit back anyway, and his neighbors didn’t care if he smoked inside.
And so it was that army veteran Staff Sergeant Dean Westin, divorced father of three, popped the pins on his weapon systems and sat down to drink scotch, smoke a cigar, and clean and oil his two favorite guns. The task was banal and almost muscle memory, but required focus, keeping his mind off the thoughts that plagued his sleep. Tomorrow he would swing by Scooter’s on the way to work and pick up a triple shot venti white mocha, because even if he passed out in the next hour or two, that little sleep was going to suck.
Faithy
