You have a plot of land and have the financial resources to do what you please. What’s the plan?
End-of-the-world compound. Duh. I’m not going to make an amusement park for crying out loud.
Although this prompt alerts me to my complete and utter lack of knowledge when it comes to properly outfitting a doomsday compound. I’m coming to terms with how little I know about prepping despite my prepare instincts; I’m the underpants gnome of prepping.
Phase 1: Plot of land and unlimited resources
Phase 2: ???
Phase 3: End of the world compound.
I’m not exactly sure what creating the perfect, ideal compound would fully entail—there are preppers out there much more well-versed in how to organize this place and know exactly what you need to stock, how, and where. How to rotate the crops and store the food. How to make the place defensible. How to store ammo and exactly what kind of artillery you would need. I need these people who know this information. Is there a prepper concierge? That’s what I’m talkin’ about.
My first thoughts are water source, food sources, shelter, sanitation, firepower, manpower, medical clinic. There need to be a few doctors and builders and fixers of things. I’d need seeds—but what kinds? How do I arrange the garden?
Power seems like a luxury but not impossible. Honestly all I can think of is the show The Last of Us and the preppers in Episode 3 and how hard I was laughing when the dude rolled out in a wheelchair like 23 years into the dystopia and Jeren said, “Damn. Now that’s prepping.”
