Final Dawn: Escape From Armageddon

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that meant others would not have socks, or underwear, or shampoo, because the hoarders had taken so much of it.
         So the sign would be a friendly reminder for the mine’s residents to take only what they needed.
         The girls also decided early on not to provide shopping carts or bags at their “Walmart.” They reasoned that if one had to hand carry everything he got from the supply room, he’d be less likely to grab things he didn’t really need.
         At least, it sounded good in theory. They’d find out in a couple of years how it worked in practice.
         They sorted the items by category, just like in a retail store. Toiletries and personal items on one row, men’s and boys clothing on another. Women’s and girls clothing on another. They placed labels on the shelves to establish permanent locations for each item, and then placed only two or three of each item in its assigned location. Another way to minimize hoarding.
         The rest of the items were placed in boxes, which were labeled and stacked in the very back of Bay 11, behind a sign that said “Employees only.”
         Sarah said that once everyone was assembled and the mine was sealed , she’d volunteer to be the store manager and keep the shelves stocked.
         Both girls took classes as night. Hannah was studying to be a mi dwife two nights a week, and taking first aid training two other two nights. Sarah was taking cooking classes and psychology. She expected the worst of people to come out after months or years in the mine, and she wanted to know how to help people cope with their stress.
         Mark spent much of his evening hours recording television shows and movies for the mine’s TV studio. He had obtained two high capacity digital video recorders and put them on two different televisions in his house.
         Each DVR could record eight different channels at once. Through a system of USB cables and splitters, he was able to record programs from sixteen television channels at once, and store the data on high capacity external hard drives.
         By routing each scheduled program onto a specified drive, he’d eventually wind up with one drive full of 400 different sitcoms from the 1960s. Another would hold 200 different dramas from the 1970s. Another would hold the entire professional football season for 2013.
         Mark bought 110 of the external hard drives. His plan was to set up an internal television station within the mine that would run two dozen or so channels of recorded programs. He hoped it would help keep the mine’s residents from getting so bored with life underground that they went crazy.
         So every evening, Mark would look at the program guide and schedule several hours of programming, and switch out the drives as they became full. It was a royal pain, but it would pay off by providing entertainment for the years they’d be underground. And even after they broke out, for that matter, since there would be no one around to run the television stations anymore.
         During his three days a week in the mine, while he was waiting for delivery trucks, Mark busied himself on several different projects. The lumber was fashioned into cubicles in Bay 8, which he planned to turn into an entertainment area. Each cubicle would be twelve feet square, and would contain a large digital television and a living room set.
         On the wall outside the six cubicles he planned to build floor to ceiling bookshelves to hold the hundreds of DVDs and books they planned to bring into the mine.
         The cubicles would be places where a person, or a small group of persons, could go to watch a movie in private, without bothering or be ing bothered by others. Or to read in a quiet environment.
         Also outside  the cu bicles was a large lounge area. One of the nice things about the salt floor was that it had about the same consistency as a hard wood. He was able, therefore, to nail

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