“How long you been ready?” I ask.
“Working on this since the towers fell,” Jess replies. “My father died that day.”
“You were waiting for another terrorist attack?”
“What makes you think this isn’t one?” he asks. He spoons some stew into his mouth, swallows, and shrugs. “I was waiting for SHTF. Could be a terrorist attack or civil war, government going crazy, the economic collapse, a pandemic. Everything but zombies.”