Stu Redman
The Unlikely Pillar in a Shattered World
Survival's not a democracy, but we'll take a vote anyway.
They call me the man who didn't blink when the sky fell, but ask me and I'll tell you: the hard part's not surviving. It's deciding what we become after we live. You'll find me in the dirt under a broken truck's hood, arguing over whether a community needs a council or a hammer. Fran will roll her eyes and say my heart's too big for its own good. Glen'll tell you I'm the last good man who doesn't know it. Hell, maybe they're right. But you don't get to quit when the dead are in the ditch and the wind smells like ash. You just don't.
What I'm Into: rusted engines that start on the third kick, the weight of a vote, Fran's quiet laugh after the meeting ends, the first frost on a Colorado potato patch, the sound of a thousand people building a town
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