So.. Here’s just survival tips for all my friends out there. Listen to it, don’t, whatever. Just some friendly advice. It’s probably going to sound like it’s geared towards men, but it’s really towards all genders, imo.
Keep a knife on you. A folding knife, a fixed blade knife, whatever’s your preference, but keep a knife on your person at all times, you never know when you might need it. Don’t be afraid to splurge on the knife either, it can be your best friend in a tough situation. If you can’t afford a good knife, that’s okay. Get a decent/cheap knife and carry it until you can afford a good knife.
Always carry a set of tools in your car. Preferably a hammer, a set of screw drivers, a set of wrenches, etc. Something. Things you can work with. Learn to use them. Even if you can’t use them, you might be with someone who can, but please, learn to use them.
Have a flashlight. Either on your person, or in your vehicle. Say what you want, but that can be some serious damn comfort in a dark situation. [Haha, see the fucking pun I made there? Whatever, bite me.] Also, it’s nice to see what you’re doing in the dark.
Always carry a lighter, even if you don’t smoke. You can make friends that way, but it’s also nice to be able to build a fire in case you have to do it in a pinch.
Learn self defense. This isn’t always about how to fight, but how to avoid a fight ot a bad situation in general. Learn how to de escalate a bad situation, or how to end one before it begins. Understand that fair fights are schoolyard bullshit, and that the only winner of a fight is one who survives it.
Learn about guns. It’s okay if you don’t like guns, but you still need to know about them. Even if you never want to own or touch a gun, sometimes knowing how to use one can save your life or someone else’s life. Also, it helps if you ever witness a crime, you could describe what the suspect had to the authorities, or possibly what the fuck to hide behind if that asshole starts shooting. Mostly because you can get an idea of what it’s gonna penetrate, or how many shots they have.
Learn a skill that people feel is antiquated. Canning, preserving. Fuck it, crocheting or tanning. Learn it. Learn how to work with metal, or how to make soap. Stuff like that can be hella fun, and you can even use it for side cash. Also, just in case the world goes to shit, you’ve now got a skill that’s suddenly really fucking useful. Imagine that.
Take the time to meet your neighbors. Make friends with them, or at least build up a decent repertoire. Pay a visit to your local fire department or police department, do a police ride along. Hell, bring a cheap box of doughnuts to either place and you can make friends/leave a decent impression with either. Occasionally volunteer at a shelter if you’ve got the time. You’ll always feel better if you’re in a bad situation and you’re around someone you know.
Be a decent person, but don’t take anyone’s shit. You’re not anyone’s bitch. Unless, well, you like that kind of stuff, and then hey.
There are generally two types of Chicken Of The Woods. One that has yellow pores and one that has white pores. We generally find the white pore variety close to the ground where the old trunk or roots of a decaying tree still remain. The yellow poor variety is usually found growing on the trunk of a dead or dying tree. Personally we prefer the white variety because it seems to be a little thicker which makes it slightly better when cooked. We have posted photos of both white and yellow variety. But regardless of what variety you find it is a tasty edible! The texture is really like chicken meat. If one were to slice the mushroom thick, sauté them in a pan with butter and chicken stock, one would easily believe that they are eating chicken. It’s great in a roast or a stirfry too.
It’s exciting when finding this mushroom because it pops out of the forest with its bright orange and yellow color. It’s beautiful and is supple to the touch. Here in the Southeast, we wait until the temperatures change, the leaves begin to turn, and have had about a week of rain. We keep an eye out when hiking or when driving the gravel roads in the mountains we keep our eyes peeled and take it slow.
We consider the Chicken Of The Woods mushroom in the top five safe mushrooms for beginners to forage.
Always consult an expert before consuming wild mushrooms.
Below is a link to further reading on this mushroom.
Chicken Of The Woods Wikipedia link:https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Laetiporus
“Like watching a dream, the sounds and movements around her are exaggerated with each passing millisecond. Muffled sounds. People moving in slow motion. If Dana Scully is ever asked one day to explain the events on the bridge, she won’t know what to tell them.”
Notes: This is our gift to the fandom. Patty and I have spent 8 months working on this monster, and while there were times when we didn’t think we’d be able to finish it, we believed in the story we were telling – and even more so, we wanted to share it with you all. It’s our love for the show, its characters, and our desperate needs for redemption in their emotional arcs that led us to write this. And so, we share it with you. A special thanks to @bohoartist for helping to beta this beast, giving us your honest feedback and helping us to write to the best of our abilities. Countless love and appreciation to everyone else who listened to our bitching and moaning these last 8 months. We couldn’t have done it without all of you.
CHAPTER ONE: PAST AND PRESENT
Cars sit bumper to bumper along the two-way road that leads to the bridge. The night ahead of them is flooded with a sea of red lights, glowing and flickering as the cluster of drivers tap on their brakes to scoot ahead inch by inch. For miles and miles, horns blare angrily as fearful motorists do all they can to move. Gridlock enslaves the city and it’s outskirts as everyone attempts to evacuate, all too fearful of being the next victim, the next target.
The weathered truck sits idly and its headlights reflect off the car only inches from his front bumper. Years of being parked under the hot sun has aged the blue paint of the truck’s hood, oxidizing and chipping the once vibrant color, leaving it stripped bare and dull before its time. As the owner of the truck scratches his thick and prickly beard that was quickly becoming more gray than brown, he smirks to himself that his beloved truck isn’t the only thing aging prematurely. He lifts his chin to look in the rearview mirror, and his blue eyes stare back at him, their edges lined and wrinkled from harsh living conditions under the sun. When did he get so fucking old?
“This will be our final broadcast before we head off air here in a sec–” a shaky voice speaks to them from the speakers. “The station wants us to play a clip on a loop…something about a vaccine being made…I don’t know–” the announcer trails off, and the older man in the cab reaches forward to turn up the volume. His young passenger sits up, eyes glued to the green numbers on the small radio.
“From everyone here at KDCR, we wish everyone…,” the voice pauses, and the radio silence is dead air for seconds on end. Finally, the shaky voice returns, his message simple. “God help us.” Then nothing.