Chapter 11: Begin stockpiling.
Step one in stockpiling was finding a place where all the supplies would be sent. A large factory or a warehouse and she knew just the place.
Two years ago, a group of students, under the leadership of a professor at her university had banded together and pulled together their savings to build a factory that produce new energy vehicles.
The professor had died of a heart attack just after the factory was built. His family had not been interested in continuing the project and they pulled out all their money. The students did not have enough capital to keep the project going and the whole thing had been abandoned.
The factory was sitting on large piece of land at the edge of the city near a forest. The students owned the land, but they did not use it. They had been trying to sell it, but nobody was interested in acquiring it as of yet. So, it was up for rent.
Sunshine drove to the factory, enjoying the very last day of good weather that they would see in a long while. The two weeks of normal rain starting tomorrow did not count as good weather in her books.
Despite all that was coming, she found the energy to sing and bop her head along to the music she was playing. Frankly, she was in a great mood and when she pulled up to the factory one and a half hours later, that mood was still stable.
Just as she expected, the area was quiet and mostly isolated. The land had been fenced off, weeds had grown all around, ivy was climbing up the walls. The gate was rusted and old.
Two men were keeping guard and when she looked at them, Sunshine drooled over the guns they were carrying.
One was middle aged, wearing sunglasses on top of his head and smoking. The other was young, well-built and his eyes were observant. He had the aura and appearance of a soldier.
"Trespassers are not allowed here." the older one said.
Sunshine pointed at their guns. "How much for your weapons?"