Bunker Down, Baby

If my daddy taught me anything, it’s you don’t wait for the world to fall apart—you prep like hell before it does.
And let me tell you… it’s falling apart faster than anyone thought.
People are sick. The government’s cracking. Civilization? On its last gasps.
But me? I’m ready.
I’ve got land. Water. Power. Livestock. Enough canned goods to feed a small, horny army.
And now? I’m just collecting the men.
Five of them. Handpicked. Vetted. All their preferred supplies acquired.
I don’t want random strays in my bunker. I want assets. Useful, competent, resilient men who bring something valuable to the end of the world.
It just so happens that mine are also hot enough to cause dehydration.
Meet my