In a green wooden box sticking out the back of a tree stump, across the river and up the hill from the cemetery behind the Flatwoods church.
Responder: A reminder to myself. The Responders are good people. They're trying their damn best, for sure. But things aren't good. And stuff is getting worse. Anyway, this is a reminder to myself. A reminder that this gun. It's my insurance. If things get real bad, if the food runs out or the water runs dry. I get to decide how I leave this goddamn world. I'm not gonna let myself suffer. I'm not gonna die hungry and alone. I can't.