Evan Fedder Jr: The Prodigal Son

 I'm what you call an apple that fell very far from the tree.  My family has owned this farm for generations but, it has never been a concern to me.  I've always been more interested in drugs, drunken bar fights and paintball.  Even a stint in the Marines, 2 marriages and 2 kids that I'll probably never see again couldn't straighten me out.  Though somehow I have yet to drag my family's reputation down with me.  Even with my friends and I having this reputation of being terrorists since we fought against the state in our own little boogaloo.

We've always been very well respected and always kept our ears to the ground.  My Dad has even been jokingly referred to as the unofficial mayor of our little town.  Though that title seems to have become a real thing since the collapse.  Then again, it's a lot easier to have the power when you have what everyone needs.

We have one of the largest farms in the region.  We also were lucky enough to have a solar farm installed a few years before everything went to shit.  White flight and city yuppies might have ruined my fucking view but at least it provided us with plenty of manpower for farming and all the other infrastructure projects that need doing.  We pay them of course with the fruits of their own labor or anything of value for barter.  This ain't some slave society, a fair days work deserves a fair days pay.

Though it may seem like a nice and tranquil little farming community, most know it stays that way because of those of us willing to do violence.  It's fucking chaos out there.  There ain't no fucking cops.  Not like we called them when they were around anyways.  People out here have always handled shit on their own.  It's probably why we all banded together when shit started getting bad.

I just wanted to be left alone.  With all this shit going on though it doesn't seem like it's much of a choice though.  We have farms to maintain and protect.  Now with my dad getting up there in age, it appears that I'm the heir apparent.  I don't want this role.  My dad has a bunch of responsibilities that I don't want.  Not only is he the head of our farming community, he's also responsible for maintaining the peace throughout what's left of the local towns.  Either I step up or I let my bible thumping uncle take control.  I can't trust him since what was his already backwards thinking church has turned more into a doomsday cult thinking it's the end times.  If he takes over everything, the fragile balance that me and my friends maintain could all be lost.