IntroductionKenna
No matter how well she argued, or how much evidence she provided, Ken could not convince the restless residents of Somerset, Colorado, that they had enough food, petroleum, housing, and other supplies. They always complained. Worried. Came knocking on the door at all hours. The corner house-turned-grocery store had run out of milk or cigarettes or whatever. For three days, they rationed fuel while they waited for a tanker truck brave enough to make the run to their little fort. It drove everyone nuts.
The group found shelter behind barricades and sturdy walls that Kenna helped build. They were safe here, and certainly well cared for, while similar locales around them fell to chaos. But any sign of something awry caused pangs of irrational fear. They relied on what Ken,
