Living five years after the end of the world means you’ve got to have reliable gear. Here’s what Joe carried with him this month. What’s coming up for Joe? Leave your vote and see where you want this Marine’s story to go next.
The first thing Joe grabbed when the Vinson was barreling toward the coast. He found it in a Riverine squadron’s locker. The Olive Drab color blended into the forest.
Fixed to the MOLLE webbing on the left strap of the backpack in a thermoplastic sheath, Joe needed only to keep his hand close to his chest to withdraw the 2.5-inch blade. The wicked tool kept would-be thieves at bay.
The Pacific Northwest climate produces wet terrain and treacherous rocks. He’d long replaced his standard issue boots with these which he’d scavenged from a sporting goods store.
Unbreakable and dependable. The sporting goods store was kind enough to give him a pair of these too.
Just over a pound and half. A lightweight and reliable scouting tool. The lenses had surveyed several miles of coastline and treeline.
Secured reliably to the M-14 he’d drawn from the armory, it’d been five years without any fraying edges. Cinched tight for uphill climbs and kept loose for recon.
He’d sighted and downed several mule deer through this scope, even though he relied on more capable men than he for skinning them.
The state’s power grid had failed long ago. Useful for scouting abandoned houses for supplies.