A Merciful Truth (Mercy Kilpatrick, #2)

by Kendra Elliot

Beans, bullets, and Band-Aids. The three Bs of prepping.

His wife’s face popped into his head, and he nearly wept with relief that he’d told her he loved her before leaving. You never know when you won’t return.

TEOTWAWKI. The end of the world as we know it.

“You’re a fucking public servant! You’ve got no right to put your hands on me!” “But I have to put up with you attacking me? Your level of customer service from this fucking public servant depends on your cooperation. So far it sucks, so I’m returning the favor.”

Food, shelter, and community. These were men’s core needs. Provide those three items along with a desirable goal and he’d have plenty of happy followers.