Who: Peter Hale & Rusty Beck What: Prepping for the invasion When: Sunday afternoon Where: Hale House Warnings: Low: guns, talk of zombie shit Status: Closed/Ongoing
Things had been going pretty okay for Peter so far this year. His house and family were in one piece. His bar was doing well. And then the post from the girl on the network went up, and that was enough to send Peter's paranoia into overdrive. He'd made a sweep of the house to check for any mushrooms, and then he'd pulled out the guns in the house and started checking them over and cleaning them. He'd sent a text to Chris asking for several more cases of ammo, just in case shit went south. Then he'd sent a message to Malia telling her that she and the others were welcome at his place. He'd placed a large order at the butcher and was already planning to get it when it was ready, and he could do the store pickup at the same time.
After he was satisfied with the state of the guns, Peter had gone out back to do some target practice from the deck. He heard Rusty come up behind and looked over his shoulder.
"Do you think we should look into getting some bows, or would that be too survivalist?"