>>1252313>and anything within arms reach of youLet's see, a t-shirt, button down shirt, jeans, and boxers. Two spare button down shirts, a spare t-shirt and polo shirt, 3 pairs of socks. Six flashlights. Literally more folding knives than I am going to bother to count, three lighters, a SOG fasthawk, a slingshot, two incredibly shitty wall-hanger katanas, an over-under .410/.22 load with one round of each, .45 pistol with 9 rounds, 9mm pistol with thirty rounds of hollowpoint.
A large cardboard box. A bunch of empty grocery bags. A big envelop full of paper from when I did my taxes, also a Bud K catalog. Two 800 ml water bottles. Two e-cigarettes, about 100 mls of e-juice. Three Starburst candies, and 11 bars of fruit and nut 'pemmican'.
Near 'bout 70 feet of paracord. A Smith's sharpener. A bottle of Pepto Bismol, bottle of multivitamins, a pocket first aid kit with band aids, sterile swabs, neosporin, and two Motrin IB tablets. Oh, hey, if I stretch I can *just* reach the rest of the box .410 #4 shot, cool. Two bed sheets, one fitted, one flat, three pillows. A deck of tarot cards.
The lack of shoes is going to suck a lot. As is the lack of a compass, which is just out of arm's reach. I guess I'll perform a fucking augury to determine which way civilization is, jury-rig some kind and sandals from cardboard, and set off. I can build fire, I can shoot and eat critters, I got pepto for diarrhea (immodium would be better), and I can improvise shelter from sheets. In theory I could survive this.
In practice, of course, I will die.
