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met him to help unload the wood, both giving him a quick hug and kiss before getting started. He wondered to himself if this was going to become a regular part of life or not. And if so, would it change anything for the worse?
    "I was starting to wonder if we were going to see you before lunch time," Jessica quipped.
    He tried not to smile too big.
    "So, we were talking last night after you went to sleep, and we were wondering about taking a lot of the produce we would normally sell and see if there's anyone in town really in need of the help that we could give it to," said Stacy.
    "Yeah," Jessica added, "It's hard to imagine that a government that couldn't keep it's money stable could do an efficient job of keeping everyone well fed. It'd just be the right thing to do."
     
    Apparently Taylor wasn't the only one concerned about everyone else. Mike wondered why he wasn't giving the rest of society much thought, other than being upset about what had happened to the nation he once served. He suddenly felt guilty for not thinking much about helping. But, he reasoned with himself, his first priority was keeping them provided for and safe. Venturing too close to town could risk the safety that their isolation provided them.
     
    "Taylor was asking about the folks in town too. I told her I thought we might could get close enough to look in on them from a distance, and maybe talk to someone on the CB to see what we can find out."
    "Yeah, but that's not really doing anything to help them," Stacy said.
    "I know. But it would be a way to find out if help is needed, while letting us keep a safe distance. I don't want to take any chances with y'alls safety. We'll go after lunch. Maybe we could try first with the smaller towns, like Hurricane. Anyone we could reach there would know what's happening in Cedar City or Saint George."
     
    After lunch they all piled in to Stacy's Suburban. Mike was very insistent that they pack a few days worth of food and water, and that they all had a gun with several loaded magazines, just in case.
     
    "Where are we headed to?" Taylor asked.
    "We're going down closer to Saint George. Hopefully we can get in touch with someone from Hurricane or Toquerville on the CB and find out what's happening."
     
    As they got about fifteen miles outside of Hurricane, just a few miles north of the town of Virgin, they encountered a group of around twenty or so people walking along the dirt road. They stopped, and a man stepped up to introduce himself. He was a tall and lanky man, around six feet tall, but probably didn't weigh an ounce over a hundred and fifty pounds. He was very clean cut with dark hair, and a few strands of gray. They guessed he was in his late 40's or early 50's.
    "Hello," the man said, seeming annoyingly jolly. "I'm Bishop Christensen. What bring you folks out here?"
     
    "Well, we've kind of been out of the loop since things went down about a month ago, so we thought we'd come to see how everything was going." Mike turned off the Suburban so he could better hear the man, and conserve fuel. "I almost expected to see towns burning down from riots over supplies, but from the overlook all appears pretty normal."
    "We got close to that happening I think," he replied. "The first ten days or so were organized chaos at best."
    "What happened?" Jessica asked.
     
    Bishop Christensen turned to his group and told them to go ahead, that he'd meet up with them at camp. "At first, when the semis would roll in, instead of backing into the loading docks at stores, they had the national guard escorting them, and the guardsmen would hand out food and toiletries to people. It was first come, first serve, so there were a lot of fights over things as silly as toothpaste. There were even a few shootings over food. The guardsmen were ordered to shoot anyone fighting or trying to cheat to get more than their share."
    "Oh my God!" exclaimed Stacy.
    The Bishop clearly didn't care for her choice of words, but continued.