Filling the Bob (Bug out Bag, Open)

[Shamino Warhen Ph.D]

Shamino's favorite part of any survival or action movie wasn't the actual fight, storyline, or even characters involved. It was always the five to ten minute period where they either trained, or stocked up on the ridiculous amount of supplies, often with 'pump up' music in the background. Shamino had purchased a $300 travel bag made for thousand-kilometer hikes, and he intended to fill it. He stared down at the list in his hand as he walked into a military surplus store:


Thinks to buy for Bug out Bag:

Pair of leather gloves
Pair of wool gloves
Two multi purpouse bags
Two multipurpose tools
Water Purification kit
Water Purification tablets
100 Oz travel cantine
Standard first aid kit, add to it what you see fit
Combat knife (Serrated if possible)
Back up knife
scalpel
Cotton balls (NOT synthasized!)
Vaseline
Flint fire starters
Two, TWO rolls of ducttape.
30 meters of nylon rope
Compressable sleeping bag
Water proof compass
Tweezers
Water proof notebook

Note: Don't be an idiot. Buy spare magazines for pistol and rifle, not boxes. You can't refill a magazine during a firefight.

Shamino placed a gloved finger to his chin, scratching it lightly as he looked around the store. He walked up to the counter, placing the list down and not meeting the man's gaze. "Was wondering if you'd be able to help me out with all this. Also- i'll probably want a couple of LED flashlights. A surefire, if you can."

"Bug out bag, huh?" The man said, going through the list and nodding to himself. "World war three? Zombie invasion? Mafia out to get you? Hurricane Katrina hitting the west coast?"
"All of the above, at any time." Shamino shrugged. "What do you think, do you have what i'm looking for?"

"Well, a few gentlemen around your age have been stocking up on this kinda stuff, I guess its a new fad- be prepared for anything- so yeah, yeah we do. Might I suggest some heavy duty pain killers, and a few pairs of latex gloves to that?"
"You might." Shamino nodded, looking out the window with a small nudge to his glasses. "You might indeed. Get the items and rack up the bill, if you'd please."

Several hours later


Intense discussion on each item had killed Shamino's afternoon, and he exited the store with the bag slung over his back comfortably. Popping the trunk to an unmarked SUV, he began stuffing the bag inside, peering in the mirrors to see if anyone was behind him.

[leslie]

[Short, but there wasn't much I could do. ]

Steady steps beat along the remainder of the sidewalk that led down the long, narrow street of the city, a small, hooded figure bobbing against the blazing sunset in the rhythm that the steps beat out as it approached the surplus store. Pausing at a light as a few remaining cars sped past, the figure turned slightly to glance down the street and as the dying light struck its front - a delicate face emerged from the black hoodie. Ebony hair framing the sun-touched cheeks and highlighting her glowing eyes, the girl turned away from the sun but not before her eyes turned upon the man as he slung his bag into the large SUV. There’s something that bodes well. A man, a bag, and an army surplus store. Reaching up to her hood, she pushed it back over her head and drew in a slow, steady breath that – in itself – spoke of her strong fitness. Oh, and a SUV. Still dressed in long canvas pants and a layered long-sleeved look with an extra hood, it was not a common running outfit but it worked for her well enough.

Seeing the street was clear, Leslie quickly jogged her way across then hesitated as she would be running next to the man in question. While she was confident in her abilities to escape and evade, a man of his size who got too close would be devastating to her small frame and thus dangerous to her health. Yet, he posed little threat as he was and to avoid him would to be avoiding the only sidewalk on that street. Cars – man… it was a gamble she would have to take. Starting forward again at the same pace as before, he would easily see her coming and she would keep a wary eye on him in case his reaction was less than favorable.