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Post by kaijafon on Jun 30, 2014 8:56:07 GMT -6
I know the moment of conception. but most "know" (via having no period) within 3 weeks, it can now be confirmed with the right type of test at 3 or 4 weeks now IF I am remembering correctly.
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Post by willc453 on Jun 30, 2014 11:49:45 GMT -6
The Layover Chapter 40 McMinnville, Oregon July 24th Wednesday
Was thinking things over before I left Sheridan and glad I did. One thing I did, the other....I dunno. Went thru bob taking odds and ends with me. Had already decided to leave it here just in case the girls/Helen/Abbey needed it. Thing is, what if I didn't come back, as in getting killed? Talked with not only Janet, but the preppers and Gary to see they'd be watched while I was gone. Which brought up what would they (the girls/Abbey) think when they found the money? Better to come clean in case something else did happen, with them finding it, but me returning and having to explain it. So asked Abbey if I could talk to her alone. I had taken everything but the money out of it and told/showed her what I had in bob and she was surprised to find how much I had in it and the different supplies. Then showed her the money and told her how I got it. No lies, no bull$hit. Told her I loved the girls and wanted them to have it in case I didn't return. Right now it was pretty useless with everyone having bought/looted everything in sight, but if things did get better/return to normal/almost normal and I didn't return..... To say she was shocked at seeing the money/story behind it is putting it mildly. Wanted to know what else I've stolen. Told her the stuff in the cart I got from looted fast food places/abandoned stores in those first few days of the attack. Other wise, I once stole a stapler and a box of staples when the company I worked at was closing down and sending all office supplies and other things back east. Wanted to know if that was why I was so generous giving Jennifer those gold coins, because I had the money. I said maybe yes, maybe no....more than anything else, was thinking it might help her and Herbert out later on. I never expected Patricia to show up and then things happening between us between here and there. Tells me she now understands why the girls are continually surprised by me....which may be good or bad.
Before we left, went to Harolds place to grab 2 empty propane bottles. Told him that I saw there were a couple of propane places in McMinnville and hoped to refill them or maybe even grab a couple of full ones on top of these. Made sure I had my connecting hose for the bottles. When we left, there was Reginald, Montana, Sampson, Mutt and Jeff with Reginald in charge. Took what pistols and ammo taken from dead beasts earlier and gave them to Rosemary. Kind of surprised the town ladies were already there, with Rosemary having them go thru calisthenics to warm/loosen up. Thing is, we got within a mile or so of The Ranch when I saw something that wasn't right.
There was a stretch of trees growing where there was a small stream or at least a source of underground water and what threw me off was seeing a bunch of crows fly out from them. They didn't wheel around and circle back to land any where near the trees, but instead, continued to cross the road and land on a near by field. A few minutes later, 4 deer hauled a$$ to head for brush across the road. Called out to Reginald and told him what I saw and that it didn't feel right. Asked if I had a "boink" and had to say no, but something was off. And then got to thinking: the women at The Farm had killed a bunch of beasts just a few days ago....what if they were returning in a much larger number? THAT was scary thought, then we all saw some crows take off out of the trees, followed by 3 more deer. That settled it for Reginald who wanted to haul a$$ for the farm to warn them. Suggested we send someone back to Rosemary for her to gather as many people as she could and maybe hit the possible group of beasts from the rear. Find out that Mutt's a long distance runner and he said he would go, but would have Rosemary send someone back to town for Janet and the guard, plus any others she could grab real quick. It was suggested I do these things till I said I wanted to get to the other farm and with the bike, I could get there quicker at both farms. Reginald agreed. To make sure we knew beasts from town/refugees, I suggested we use Linda Carter and Wonder Woman as recognition because of so many women that may be involved in dealing with these possible beasts. Even if it turned into a false alarm, better to have everyone unprepared and have to deal with it now. It would also show The Farm women that others were ready to help them and of course, if a false alarm, a lot more corn could get picked.
Left everyone in the dirt with me on the bike, even if I was 60 years old. When I got to the road to The Farm, called out to stay hidden and kept pedaling to the home. Called out for Stella and when she came out, told her my suspicions and she got the 2 guard people and they started issuing orders. That's when I got ready to take off when Stella asked where I was going and told her. Said she was going too and went to grab a bike and soon left me behind. By the time I got there, a bunch of the women were in the house with their guns....not that they had that many. Stella was giving orders and told her I was taking off to scout. Don't think she heard me. Started jogging thru the corn and headed for the tree line an sure enough, there was a slight stream/creek. Looked for a really tall tree and found what I think is oak. One thing to be climbing a tree as a kid, another when you're 60 and trying to do it with a rifle and a bag full of magazines. The other thing is hating f*cking heights and I'm about 20 feet up in the air. If I fell, I'd be lucky not to do some serious body damage to myself.
But did find myself a good place to stand if necessary, sit. Got a different perspective from being up so high. While I scared off some birds, they returned after a bit and with me not moving, started talking to themselves.
While I had a good view of the area/farm in front of me, not so much to my left and right because of the trees. With no watch, no idea how long I was in the tree, but about fell out of it when I heard beasts walking towards me. Thought I had been up there so long, kind of expected Stella to start calling out to me to say everything was okay/nothing happening. Figure I was concentrating too hard on what was out there instead of looking down/around me. Thing was, they hadn't come from the direction of The Farm, but what I'll call upstream.
From what I could hear at first, sounded like a dozen beasts, but later on, there were 16 of them. First voice I heard was some guy bitching about having to walk 3 miles and why couldn't they have just driven up to the farm, jumped out, did their thing and get it over with. He wasn't used to this outdoor sh*t and what about grizzly bears man, what about grizzly bears? Another voice I'm calling Watchman tells him to shut the f*ck up and that they had a few minutes before they were to attack this place and wanted to make sure everyone knew what they were to do. Told bear man there were no grizzlys in Oregon and to shut the f*ck up and listen. The trucks were left 3 miles back so everyone could sneak up here. Who knows how the pu$$y here would react with a bunch of us suddenly jumping out of the wagons, especially with guns? Pig had been told by Mouth to send both groups out to find out why Slick and the others never returned and Mouth needed the movies for distribution. Pig heard the Army and some fat f*ck was arming pu$$y as if they could/would ever shoot anyone, but why take chances? Besides, with the trucks being just driven to this farm, the element of surprise wouldn't be there. Some voices said they weren't too happy at the idea of pu$$y being armed, I mean, what if we get shot instead of them? Watchman said that's why the got Doc back in town to patch them up if it happened, not that anything was going to.
Remember, not all the women are armed, that they've been f*cked a few times already and once they see us coming out of the corn, they'll wet their panties, scream and try to run away. And they won't be wearing panties or anything else when we're done with them. A few still expressed doubts about the women just running away when Watchman said remember two things: Wolf wants this done and we're all going to be porn stars in the next 2 movies with the next batch of pu$$y that Pig's promised us. Once voice said he hoped they'd have some of the pu$$y dressed up as nuns and/or cheerleaders. That the barn here would become another one of their sets for making the movies. The beasts started talking how big their d*cks were, etc. till Watchman told them to shut the f*ck up. That it was time to go, but to remember NOT to come out of the corn and rush them women until he fired the flare which would tell the others they were ready. Oh yeah, make sure you turn sideways a little bit so you don't brush up against the corn. Let's get this over with so we can f*ck some pu$$y and become famous porn stars.
Watched them spread out so they were about 5 feet apart, enough to see each other. I guessing they had a couple of hundred yards or so to travel thru before getting to the large backyard. Looking at the farm house and see just 2 women hanging clothes on the clothes line, but no one else was to be seen. Stella was one of them. From my height, could see the 16 beasts make their way thru the corn and while they still made the corn move, it wasn't moving as much if they had been walking normally. Thing is, the women wouldn't know where these beasts would be coming out of the corn to attack them and with the corn being so high, it'd harder for me to shoot them even with my height advantage. Also had to consider the distance, them moving. One thing to shoot at a stationary target 100 yards away, another to hit a moving, partially concealed one. So when they go about half way thru the field, shot Watchman in the back, then the beast on my far right, then far left, each time firing 3 rounds. Wanted to make sure I hit them. Talk about confusion....a couple of beasts said the women were in the corn shooting at them while others said rush the place. Three guys turned tail and ran back towards me, making it easier to shoot them. Think only one guy saw me before he fell to the ground. The others started running to the house, screaming how they were going to be some truly f*cked pu$$y when they were done with them. Could see that Stella had hidden behind a pile of firewood while the other woman was under a tractor. The beasts came running out, some screaming, some not....and got chopped up with gun fire from open windows on both floors of the house.
Decided to stay where I was until I knew it was safe and there weren't any more beasts around. Then could hear the sound of gun fire from up the road....what really scared me was hearing a sh*t load of it....like more than there should of been. How many beasts were attacking The Farm? And worse yet, would they be coming down here any time soon and how many? Saw one woman shoot a beast in the head, then Stella called out something and several women went into the house and came out with knives because I could see the glint of metal. They got busy cutting throats of the beasts. Stella called out to me, saying it was okay to come out and I called back to her to get everyone back inside, it may not be over. She and the others did. Don't know how long we stayed where we were at until I saw movement on the road in front of the house....it was a mixture of the guard and what I thought were townies. Didn't want to walk thru the corn field because maybe one of the women would think I was a beast, so started waving my rifle and after a bit, Stella came out and said we got friends coming and I was coming thru the corn field.
Checked on the 6 I had killed and took everything off their bodies, including Watchmans wind up watch. it was a Rolex Oyster which was heavier than sh*t, but heard somewhere it was made of gold? He was the only one with a defaced coin and while they had money on them, found several of the bills defaced. Three of the dollar bills had the word freebie written in a black marker next to the 1, while a 10 dollar bill had the same thing. Thing is, they not only had AR's, but same caliber (.380) pistols along with 3 magazines for each rifle/pistol. And this was wrong....other beasts we killed had had an assortment of weapons/calibers and now it seems like they're being standardized in weaponry? And while walking up to Watchmans body, found a large cb radio....the kind that looks like a walkie talky. Not that it worked....seems I only hit Watchman twice, with one of the rounds hitting the radio. Kept it, thinking maybe the guard in McMinnville could get some information out of it such as frequencies?
Mutt got to Rosemary who wasted no time in getting a group of people together and it just wasn't the 6 ex-G.I.'s either. About 90 refugees volunteered to go, including a bunch of women. Rosemary told them (refugees) that if they didn't help the women at the farm, two things were going to happen. No more corn or milk and what's going to happen when the beasts started attacking everyone strung along the stream? That they'd all be picked off one by one. I thought the women had balls in volunteering because I'm pretty sure they knew what would happen to them if captured by the beasts.
And Haley had her baby....a girl she's named Elizabeth Hope. She had been doing her share of shooting, when I'm told her water broke. She asked me about her husband and truth is, I forgot about him and their kids. Then Rosemary joined the "party" at The Farm and a total of 97 beasts were killed at The Farm, but at a cost of 9 women (3 from the stream, 6 at the farm), 4 men from the stream along with Lisa and the boy who wasn't there. Haley named her child partially after Lisa whose name was/is Elizabeth Hernley. Thing is, some of the beasts got away by tractors pulling multiple open trailers. Someone's doing too much thinking for me as it looks like if things went bad, transportation was ready to haul the beasts out but from a different direction. Which meant either the beasts came in separate groups or together as a whole, then it was planned for them to meet in another area. Once again, the other beasts were armed with mainly AR's/AK's, 4 spare magazines and about every other one was armed with 9's, .45's or .40's as backup weapons and 2 spare magazines.
Different things happened after all the shooting was done. Janet remembered to check the beasts for money and any intel. They found 2 marked coins and several more 1 and 5 dollar bills marked freebies. A mass grave had to be dug for the beasts bodies with heads placed in front of both farms and where Stella had killed that idiot by the stream. The ladies at the farms got their choice of rifles or pistols, but Janet/Rosemary made sure the got the same calibers. Janet had also brought with her 42 people, including 6 which were women. The rest of the arms went to the people living on the stream. Ours that were killed were buried not far from the house so the graves could be easily seen and remembered. I helped with the grave digging, not that I could do much because after 15 minutes or so, chest was aching. I know not smoking like I have has helped and don't think it's my heart, but that part of the body where the lungs join together. Kind of like when you run as fast as you can, for as long as you can and when you stop, your chest is heaving and aches like h*ll, or like you've got heartburn.
Stella was just standing there by Lisa's grave and told her when I got back, we're hunting beasts. She was ready to go right then and there, but told her she had to stay behind till she got several women trained to take her place. That I saw how she was also giving orders along with the guard to everyone and they were obeying her. You leave and that makes them a little bit more leaderless. Asked where we'd go and I said Salem, then work our way north to Portland. Told her to also look out for at least 1 set of high heels, skirt, blouse and a dress. She didn't understand until I told her she's got weapons I don't have. Asked and was told all the porn stuff was still in the basement as none of the women wanted to go near it. Told her to make sure it was safe as I wanted to go thru it for information.
It was late afternoon before we took off, but this time we had Socrates. Which kind of surprised me. Tells me Janet saw him looking at us as we left and she told him to go ahead when she got our call for help. Right now we're at the edge of McMinnville as it's getting dark and found a small pond for water. Miss the girls and have to wonder if they miss me. First time we've been apart since this sh*t happened. Thing is, I can smell them in my sleeping bag. Grabbed the one they had used on our trip to Sheridan because it was all rolled up and in the stuff sack instead of taking the time to roll/stuff the one I had been using on the couch. Or maybe subconsciously thinking about this the entire time? And no kisses either. Sh*t.
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Post by biggkidd on Jul 6, 2014 9:53:44 GMT -6
Sure hope you haven't given up on this story.
Larry
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Post by willc453 on Jul 6, 2014 11:57:09 GMT -6
Oh no....it's just that I had a couple of things happen. Was told that Simon (my dog), has jaw cancer 3 weeks ago. Then his right jaw swelled up as in take a tennis ball, cut it in half. Lay 2 of them along the right side of his jaw and then add another half tennis ball under his chin, near his throat. Found this on a Friday and since I don't get back until 13:00, the vet was closed when I got back Saturday from work. Thought maybe he was having a reaction to the meds. Then at 04:00 on Monday, see a red spot the size of a silver dollar and there's 3 holes and all 3 are bleeding! Back to the vet who thought snake bite, but haven't seen a snake out here in the 30 years I've been here. Now he's back on his meds AND antibiotics. The swelling has gone down, but now he has a tear(?)in his right jaw, exposing flesh. So back to the vet tomorrow. All this started 3 weeks ago, with today starting off a new week.
Then mnn2300 started a story called The Affected and got the okay to write a version of it from my characters point of view. 4 chapters on that right now. Been trying to work on The Layover, with it being at chapter 64 right now. So I got a lot of chapters left to put in. Thing is, while putting in earlier chapters, discovered some loose ends, so they're getting put in in chapter 64, along with more of the story. And remember, it usually takes me 2 hours to put in 6 pages. But plan on putting another chapter in tonight, maybe 2 as I know it's been awhile.
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Post by willc453 on Jul 7, 2014 10:42:38 GMT -6
The Layover Chapter 41 McMinnville, Oregon July 25th Thursday
Every once in a great blue moon, I hit a royal flush with the slot loaded. Thought it's been years since it's happened, this was better than any slot machine pay out. First we finally headed down 18 and saw a propane place, not that there was an 5 gallon cylinders of any kind available. All that were left was those large, 6'+ size tanks, up to 12 feet long. The small service pump was empty....figured it got drained the first couple of days of emp. But my hose was able to refill both tanks AND found a forklift, propane powered. Didn't have a tank on it, but I had 2. But the battery was dead. Sh*t. So we started popping hoods on cars abandoned on the road, taking any battery that had a spark. Johns (the ex-helicopter mech) volt meter didn't work, but checked for spark by using 2 wires. Those that any kind of spark, we kept. None of the batteries were good enough to even turn the forklift engine over, so John tried wiring them (16!) in tandem, with one battery in the forklift and the f*cker started! Not only that, the volt meter on the forklift showed the battery being charged! Thing is, John says the battery was damaged by the emp and may not take a full charge and he's not sure that if we stop it (the forklift) any reason, if it'll start again. After talking it over, Reginald had Socrates and Jeff stay there while we went to check out what was happening at the guard base and then hit the car museum. They're going to charge the batteries in the hopes of getting more recharged. Wanted to return to Sheridan with one of the large propane tanks, using the forklift. Figured I could stash 6 batteries in the cart and swap them out so each could get fully charged as possible. The problem was how long would my tank last getting us back? What if we ran out of propane on the way back, the forklift dies and can't get enough juice to start it again? That was Reginalds worry/thought and maybe he's right. Said we'd give it a go after doing the other 2 jobs Janet sent us to do.
Surprised as f*ck when we got near the guard base....how about a f*cking air museum right next to it!? Got a F-15A right in front and I could see other aircraft behind the building, being able to see a Thud and maybe a Deuce. Place was surrounded by a chain link fence and entrance gate was locked until I used my sledge hammer on it. Reginald wanted to know what the hell was I doing as we didn't have time for sight seeing. Told him what if we find/get a transport aircraft or even any small ex-military aircraft we could use for reconnaissance running? Hell, maybe we could do a ferry job between here and the train museum that's way south of here. He told me and John to take a look, then head for the guard base. Well, f*ck me running....how about a C-47? That was the only transport airplane they had, but they had a L-4, T-6 and some WW 1 replicas which could be used for aerial recon, especially if we could put a radio in it, even if it was a cb. John was happy to see something he thought he could get running IF everything was there: a Hughes 500D. A civilian version of what the Army called Cayuse or Egg in Vietnam. What made me happy was the C-47....now that's reliable transportation. Surprised to see a couple of drones, but no idea where or if the museum had training/repair manuals on them or the box to control them. Told him to look the C-47 over first because if we could get it out of the museum, we could start flying to other places for supplies. Was shocked to see the Spruce Goose here....thought it was at some museum in Washington state. Went to the back to see the static displays and nothing we wanted. Then hit the hangers, many which were unlocked by the sledgehammer. Found 3 tail draggers that will carry up to 4 people or maybe 800 pounds? At least I'm hoping so. The static jets are shot----no engines in a couple of them and just way too advanced to even think of trying to get them going. He went looking for manuals on the 500 and came back, saying he found them and was going to check the copter out instead. Then I heard the front door open and sound of glass being walked on.
Didn't hesitate, but layed down behind the main tire of the C-47 and called out loudly as possible that this was the Oregon Army national guard and who's there? Wanted to make sure John heard me as we'd be f*cked if he got killed. And not make his wife/daughter too happy either. That's when I heard a womans voice saying she was fire support specialist Adams and who the f*ck was I? Said a bunch of us were camped outside of town this morning and came from Sheridan. When I heard footsteps on the glass, called out if you're friendly, stop moving or we shoot. They stopped and asked how did they know we were who we said we were? Told them they should of heard about a couple of Army regulars reporting into the base maybe 30 minutes ago, including a couple of Oregon guard guys. Hear whispering and the woman wanted to know my name and how many there were here with me. Told them my name but f*ck off on our numbers. The woman said she was sending someone back to the base to check our story out, but if we moved and they saw us, they'd shoot us. Said that's fine, but what goes around comes around and I'd hate to be using a grenade or 3 in here when all we want to do is get some of the planes running. Then I called out 8 names made up and told the woman that I was coming out, with my rifle slung, but if there was any bullsh*t on their part, I had a grenade with the pin pulled and the others to follow suit. Pulled the pin and held the lever part really, really tight in my hand. Scared sh*tless that I'd f*ck up and some how release the lever just a little bit and boom. Not good for Andy. Well, see the woman Adams and she's got 3 people scattered in the open area so if I did throw the grenade, it would maybe only take one person out. Told her since we're not going to be lovers, maybe non-hostile combatants? If so, I'll put the pin back in the grenade. She said okay and I did. A few minutes later, here comes Reginald with a Capt. Abraham who wanted to know what was going on.
Don't know how one's suppose to report to an officer while holding a rifle, so did the best I could by holding it vertically along my left leg and saluting, saying I was Private Andrew Thomas from the Woodburn Oregon national guard base. He wanted to know what unit that was and f*ck me....I couldn't remember it for the life of me. So told him it was the best f*cking Oregon national guard outfit. Sir. I must of not been too impressive because he just kind of stared at me. Of course, I hadn't shaved my neck in 2 days and had a beard....plus wearing only a really worn and kind of grungy guard shirt along with my jeans, tennis shoes and t-shirt. Think I washed the guard shirt 4 days ago in the stream and let it dry on a bush? Then I see another guy behind them and find out it's the 1st sergeant named Acorn. Acorn said I had to be sh*tting them if they let someone like me into the Army national guard. I said yeah, really wasn't my choice either. I'd really like to be in a real guard outfit like the Air Force. Didn't make any brownie points with him and Abraham looked surprised at my answer. And guys rolled their eyes. He turned to Reginald and said let's hear your story and he got it. All of it from day one when we first met. The McMinnville guard people, Abraham and Acorn couldn't believe it at first till they realized Reginald was telling the truth. I was still holding my salute and about ready to just drop it when I said sir and Abraham saw my salute and returned it. Not only that, he said welcome to the guard. Then Acorn shook my hand and said the same thing. Then I called out to John who came forward and explained what we hoped to do with the helicopter and C-47. Acorn said that's crazy, they're museum pieces and I said so what? From what I understand, it's impossible for a bumblebee to fly. There's an airstrip/airport behind us and should be POL for them to fly, including the 3 tail draggers which I had to explain what I meant.
Acorn wanted to know what my status was in the guard and told him I was an adviser and he wanted to know what the f*ck was that, because he's NEVER heard of any MOS like that. So I explained the agreement Mendoza and I had. Acorn said I was an idea man then, like seeing if the planes could be flyable. I said yes, but originally we were headed for the car museum in Independence to see if there was anything we could get running. He's never heard of the museum, so gave him a copy I had made earlier of the museums, types and cities they were in. We had hoped if we could get even a couple of vehicles running, head south to the train museum and see if we could get it running. He saw where I was coming from not only for supplies but moving troops if need be. Then I saw Sampson stuffing his face with an MRE and told him he had better brought another one for me or you can forget about me helping you with you know who. He tossed me 2 spaghetti and meatball MRE's and said he'd never let a brother down....even if he was Air Force trained. So I'm staring at the instructions on how to get this f*cker opened/cooked and Acorn asks if I need help and told him yes, as I've never eaten one of these things before. Gets it open and cooking for me and while that was happening, found a broom and swept the glass from the door entrance off to one side, then brought my bike/cart in. Acorn followed me and asked why I swept the glass and told him I made the mess, I'd clean it up and would he mind if we found a break room or something like that?
He said okay and started asking me questions on how things were in Woodburn and Sheridan, with me answering. It was a little dark inside, but could see the vending machines. Man about sh*t his pants when I busted them open, dumping sodas, chips, etc. into the cart. The sandwiches were bad and ice cream bars were melted. Told me I can't do this and said you're too late, it's done. It's also going to supplement our food supply on our trip to the car museum. Besides, haven't any of you thought of doing the same thing? He hadn't, including hitting warehouses that might have supplies in them the guard here could use. Once again, most of the guard had been in Portland and to a lesser degree, in Salem. But once the mayor here (McMinnville) realized power wasn't coming back on any time soon, got ahold of the guard here and they guarded what was left in the supermarkets from looters. Asked about Millar and told he and driver went back to Woodburn a few days ago, but he did tell them about Pearl Diver and getting the semi's running. Not that any of them had been thru here. Said he'd get on his mechanics to see about getting some of the day cabs running if possible.
Thing is, this is an artillery outfit and while they got some of their trucks running by bypassing everything, they also have lost 3 of them and the troops that were with them. Told him about the beasts, what they had been doing at the farm, them using tractors to haul wagons around and the other set saying they had been brought here by truck. Asked if we could resupply on rifle/pistol ammo on our way back from the car museum and he said no problem. At least they hadn't been attacked by any gangs like Beaverton, etc. The MRE was okay, but so used to adding cheddar cheese when I make it. Put the other one in the cart and Acorn said they could give us 2 cases, but that was all because most of it's gone to the people in town and Salem. Things were getting short food wise and said if we can get transportation going, get to the outlying areas for more food.... I said that's just a short term solution. Asked him if he had thought of the trains that ran thru Oregon all the time.... what stuff did they have on them that could be used? Also, maybe get a train up to Idaho which is known for its potatoes? And if I remember right, I delivered hay to a large cattle ranch up there and I'm talking like 5,000+ cattle. Another was the Winco distribution center south of Salem. Apparently they were already on that and some others after Millar told them about it. One thing that they did have luck in was one of their generators was down for some sort of overhaul when the emp hit. Spare parts for it and the others a couple of days before the emp hit, but with everyone working on disaster relief/saving lives.... It was being used to power part of the hospital and fortunately, they didn't loose too much medication requiring refrigeration. So Acorn is going to hit the electronic stores for parts, computer places for laptops, printers, etc. Hopefully they can get their other 3 generators going. Then thought of wrecking yards....how many cars may have been towed there and had the battery removed. Thought of that one down on 395 and what, at least hundred plus old cars, trucks and even a couple fire trucks that are at least 40 years old? And what about dirt bikes? Don't know abut the newer ones, but the older ones? Acorn said I was giving them too many things to do. The guard couldn't cover/do everything, so suggested sending 1 or 2 guard people with several people from town to check these places out. I was worried about Acorn telling me the guard losing people.... and why the f*ck haven't the beasts hit here?
The problem was giving out too many ideas I think because Acorn tells me that Abraham wants me to remain here helping them. I told him there was no way, that I got women back in Sheridan to look after and I had joined the Woodburn guard, not here. But if it was okay with Abraham, I'd hang here for the day, maybe two, but needed to get someone to the car museum today. Worried what if the beasts were thinking the same thing and had already gotten to it. He agreed to send out some troops along with a mechanic today. Asked what I needed and told him as many different phone books as they had and start asking around town for pilots and mechanics who are familiar with aircraft. Asked where would they even know who to look for and where they lived....told him to check the offices as they should have a paper list of volunteers and go from there. So started looking thru phone books and telling the McMinnville guard people what to look for. Once again, they never thought of hitting the fast food places for example for salt, etc. Of course, the Walmart, etc. had been looted earlier.
Been at this a few hours when the commander, a Col. Richards came in and attention was called and everyone else stood at attention until he said at ease. Some times I'm not there....meaning, get to concentrating so hard on something, everything else fades from view. Next thing I know is Sampson is nudging me in the ribs and I said what...and there's Richards in front of me looking a little unhappy. Guess he'd been standing there for a minute or two waiting for me to recognize he was there.... and he wasn't used to this sort of thing. Stood up, saluted and apologized, saying I was somewhere else. He returned the salute and was really shocked when he said welcome to the guard....even if I was ex-Air Force and he smiled when he said it. Asked how things were going and told him we were about done as we've been here, done this before, but if it was okay, I and the guys would like to look around to see what we could see/find and he said okay. He was interested in what was going on there, so told him what I could, including having to watch over 5 women and a 5 year old boy. He didn't like the part about the farms, beasts and them being organized on their last attack....not that I said anything about cutting off their heads.
Was also thinking what if things get back to normal/kind of normal? Would I be charged with desecrating the dead or even murder? All everyone really knew about me was being from Reno which is rather kind of vague when you think about it. All I wanted to do was marry the girls, get things up/running, take the bank money and move everyone to Florida next to Dad. Figure if this sh*t ever happens again, at least there, we'd be able to grow food AND with the water table so high, get a couple of hand pumps/wells installed. Do I REALLY see something like this happening again? Not really....think we're in for a long uphill haul with a heavy load and we could slide the f*ck downhill really, really quick and easily unless we got it together. It's been 3 (?) weeks since the sh*t's hit the fan and nothing seems to be going right. People aren't pulling/working together.... have Americans lost so much of their spine because of sucking the government t*t?
Turned over the paperwork to one of the guard people and asked Sampson if he was ready to take a walk. He couldn't leave fast enough....that is until we got outside and wanted to know more about this taking a walk bit because he knew me and how I thought. Said remember, the Col. said us guys could look around right, but didn't say anything about there being a limit to where we could/couldn't go or how long we could be gone for.....right? And Sampson said oh no, I see where this is going. Moans how he's going to lose a stripe at least over this until I reminded him that I had joined the guard as an advisor and my advice is we should look around....like in Woodburn? Sh*t.....he wasn't going for it unless we talked with Reginald and he ok'd it first. And I knew he wasn't going to. Cr*p.
Checked with John and the others to see how they were doing. We had no trouble with us "acquiring" some extra MRE's which we took to Socrates and Jeff. Told them what was going on, to head into town to check in with Reginald and then come back...with more MRE's with where they were stored and how to get them. They were glad to leave which left me more time to check this place out. Took me awhile, but finally found a really long hose that we could run from the large propane tank to the smaller one, using a "T" fitting. Sampson about had a cow when I shut off the forklift because what if it didn't start again? Said nothing ventured, nothing gained. Besides if I get my way, we're going to run a sh*t load of these back to Sheridan. Winter's coming and not only do we have to cook, maybe we can figure out some way to heat homes. Well, about sh*t my pants when the forklift would only chug, chug, chug a couple of times but then it started and continued showing a charge. About an hour or 2 later, here comes Socrates and Jeff....and the cart is loaded with MRE's. They were happy with my "advice" of heading back to Sheridan with the forklift/propane tank. This one was to go to the women at The Farm, then head for Sheridan to let Janet know what was going on. Get empty propane tanks filled, find other forklifts and get back here asap and get a ferry going with the large tanks going back to Sheridan. Socrates asked if Reginald knew about all of this and told him no. But I would go ask him and that's what Sampson/I did. Was kind of surprised he said okay (to us looking around & the forklift/propane thing) because I figured he just might find something else for us to look for/do. He also had no problem of us looking around for any other forklifts, but we'd be on our own in getting them started. Just don't know how we're going to explain to the girls (Jennifer, Patricia & Cici) how Sampson/I are now part owners of a whore house.
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Post by kaijafon on Jul 7, 2014 15:28:35 GMT -6
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Post by willc453 on Jul 14, 2014 18:23:36 GMT -6
The Layover Chapter 42 McMinnville, Oregon July 26 Friday
On Thursday, Sampson and I took off for the nearest warehouse area and small office complexes to look for goodies. What surprised me was the amount of sh*t we actually got. I'm not talking sodas and chips, but coffee, tea, creamer, etc. including a dozen large cans of coffee and several hundred of those little individual packs, toilet paper, paper towels, etc. Cart will carry up to 400 pounds of stuff, not that we could get that much in because we basically tossed a place with my "credit cards", make a detour around the base with our first 2 loads. The 3rd load, we left on the ground next to the guard/guard gate, telling him this was for the guard and to let Acorn know. That we'd check in with him later with our list of stuff that was in the pile left behind. Held up my smaller notebook like I had everything that was on the ground was written in the notebook. Figure that might make the guard nervous if he decided to have sticky fingers. Our 2 loads went to the propane place with everything in dark/black garbage bags stashed under some pallets. Even placed a few "stuck" bags like they had been caught by the wind. Figured anyone seeing any of the garbage bags under the pallets would think they're flying/trapped debris. Sampson and I got pretty good at tossing places and this included hitting desks for any snacks. Expired dates meant nothing....we were keeping everything. Also able to get a lot of medication: aspirin, cough drops, etc. What did surprise me was finding a number of prescription drugs and even small bags of grass. No idea what the drugs do, but figure someone at the hospital or the preppers may know. A couple of times we had to dodge some guard people doing the same thing, fortunately they hit a few places we had already gone thru.
Think it was on our 9th trip, we met April Summers. The guard had changed at the gate and we stopped to bs. He asked if we had been to c*nt city yet and we had no idea what he was talking about. Things aren't good here....women are now working as hookers, f*cking for food. Like in Reno, the better looking ones charge more. This was bothering me....know from previous visits to the ranch outside of Reno, some women just like to f*ck and get paid for it. Others realize men will pay to f*ck them and it pays better than working in an office, warehouses, driving a cab, etc. Thing is, what about those having no other options? And that did bother me. Sampson saw the way I was kind of reacting to this news and he didn't bother arguing with me when I said let's check it out.
The action was at the city soccer/baseball field/park which now seems to be a flea market/trading center. It wasn't that late in the afternoon, so we wandered around to find people see people selling different things, mainly for food, though some were taking silver coins, jewelry, etc. in trade. Off to one side, there were some horses which I found out, the owners paid a can of food or something of value to be kept safe and under armed guard while here. Hard to believe that this sh*t happening so quick. I can only imagine what it's like in Salem. Glad we're at where we're at and the girls don't have to see/know about this. There weren't that many women offering themselves at the time....find out later most of them come out near dusk and there are "cribs" already there for them which are nothing more than tarps and a mattress on the ground. The girls pay a flat fee for their use. Nasty feeling just looking at what I saw. Only 4 women were "working" or at least trying to. Wasn't impressed with any of them until I saw April. The others while not bad looking/okay, were grungy looking, from just needing a bath to begin with, but I could tell she (April) had made an attempt to make herself stand out from the crowd by being cleaner/better dressed.
And that was the problem....she had 2 guys talking to her and she was basically pinned against the chain link fence and got the feeling she didn't want to do business with them, but they were going to do business with her whether she wanted it or not. One thing to be in this business because you want to, another because you're forced to because of a financial problem (in this case, for food) or worse yet, being f*cked by men you don't want to f*ck for any amount of money which means being raped. Add to the fact that many people were just ignoring the situation and was thinking of Patricia when she went to her neighbors for help. Turned to Sampson and asked if he was ready to dance. He heard me flick the safety off the AR and taking the strap off the 9. He said okay and did the same. Told him to take care of the one on the right.
As we got closer, heard the guy closest to me saying "come on momma, you're kind of long in the tooth so there's no way you should charge the regular price for the 2 of us" and has her right arm pinned against the chain link fence, then sticks his right hand inside her blouse to start feeling her t*t. The other guy doesn't hesitate then in pinning her other arm against the fence, sticks his hand up her dress and then between her legs, then starts kissing/licking the left side of her face. Tells her she's a little dry, but won't be when they're done. Hear her saying no, no, please don't. I don't want to do this, I've changed my mind about being here. First guy says it's a little late for that now momma, it's play time. Then forces her right arm against behind her back with the other doing the same. That's when we were up close and personal, meaning 5 feet or less away.
Both guys had turned towards us with the first guy asking what the f*ck did we want and couldn't we see they had just concluded a business deal with this b*tch? Then made it obvious he was playing with her t*t and the other guy said, yeah, and did the same with his hand between her legs. April says please help me, I made a mistake coming here, I don't want to do this after all. The 2 guys made the mistake of keeping both hands on her body and I saw the first guy had his pistol tucked in the front of his pants, so it was pressed against her hip. The other guy had it the same way, but with his right hand holding her left arm behind her back, the other up her dress, there was no way he could grab it, point it towards us without at least 3 seconds of delay. That's when I asked April her name and when she gave it to me, said I was born in April and consider it good luck to find such an attractive woman like yourself with such a name, then smashed the flat side of the stock against the first guys face, reversed it and slammed the butt end of the stock against the side of his head. He dropped like a rock. The 2nd guy said f*ck you, this pu$$y's ours, bought and paid for, making the mistake of letting April go and grabbing for his pistol. F*ck, never realized how long Sampsons arms are....think they're longer than my legs, so he just stepped forward a bit and shove the barrel of his M-16 into the guys mouth. Which brought a sudden halt of his gun grabbing attempt and made him a candidate for a visit by the tooth fairy. Told April to get behind us and she did without hesitation. Told Sampson to get his guy up against the fence and Sampson did by using his barrel to move the guy. The guy saw Sampsons finder on the trigger, so.... the 1st guy was unconscious, so took his pistol (a .45, spare magazine and 20 loose rounds) along with one of those butterfly knives. Checked him for money ($42) and it was all regular stuff, including change. Had Sampson do the same with the other guy who was quite happy to do what ever Sampson wanted because of the rifle in his mouth. He had a Ruger .22 revolver with both cylinders, 50 rounds of magnum and 30 of 22LR.
The guy on the ground started stirring, so I slung my rifle, pulled the 9 and shoved him face first against the fence, spread his legs and telling Sampson to do the same with his. Told Sampson while April's not bad looking, it's been awhile since I've had a guys mouth on my c*ck or better yet, a hairy piece of a$$. And told Sampson to remember, go easy on your guy.... remember how he got in a hurry and what happened last time to his guy. Heard his a$$hole eventually quit bleeding. My guy is saying what? what?, while Sampsons guy is looking over at the 2 of us and going kind of white faced. Had my 9 against my guys spine, then pulled the bayonet and stuck it between the guys legs, telling him to drop his pants. He starts moaning we can't do this, it's unnatural, somebody will stop us....somebody help us. I looked around and the area was clear of people. You know, not wanting to get involved, etc. but the "working girls" were watching with great interest. So I then slid the bayonet between the back of his pants and his back and said he could either drop his pants or I'd cut them off. Thing is, the bayonets have 2 sharpened edges and when I turned the blade a bit, he felt the shorter edge of it and started crying as he dropped his pants. Told him underwear too, which he did. Looked at Sampsons guy and said you to, twinkle toes. He did and he started crying. Tossed Sampson my belt knife and without hesitation, he stuck it between the guys legs and he really started crying. Told my guy to back up a bit and spread his legs and commented, how that a$$hole looked virgin and how was Sampsons who replied it looked the same. Said there was one way to find out and before my guy could react, stuck about an inch of 9 up his a$$hole. Yeah, he screamed, saying oh God, oh God, please don't f*ck me. His partner saw what was happening and passed out.
That's when Sampson said we've got company, so I turned to see 7 McMinnville guard people coming towards us, Adams with 4 other women and 2 guys. She wanted to know RIGHT NOW what the f*ck was going on and why did I have my pistol up that mans a$$hole? Told her what we saw, then April jumped in with her side of the story and I finished it, but when I said I like f*cking a tight mans a$$hole, winked at her. Adams was p*ssed, but not at us. Said we can't be f*cking in public like this and take them to one of the cribs. Sampson had gotten the other guy conscious and up against the chain link fence and he really started crying when he heard Adams and the crib bit. My guy and then Sampsons guy started blubbering she couldn't allow this to happen because it would be rape, they were Army people and suppose to protect everyone. Adams said he's right and both guys started smiling....until she said unless we could pay the going rate. Said I got a bicycle cart full of food and I'm sure even a fourth of a bag of it is more than the going rate....right? Adams says it sounded good to her because after all, April didn't want to have sex with these 2, but they were going to force her even after she refused their food offer. Fair is fair and what goes around, comes around. Had our 2 guys turn around and drop on their knees, then called the hookers and April to look them over and what did they think of them?
F*ck me....women can be brutal when it comes to tearing a man apart verbally. Adams and her girls also joined in. But Adams was p*ssed putting it mildly, when 2 of the working girls called out to her 2 guys in her party, asking them would they be coming here after work, but how they preferred Mountain House meals or canned food over those MRE's they've been bringing. Not only that, they licked their lips, rubbed their t*ts and slid a hand between their legs when saying this. Adams and her girls whirled around to face them and those 2 guys went white face. Found out later both were married with kids, telling their wives they had to work later several times a week, including some overnight stays at the base.
Took a look at these two guys (early 20's) kneeling and told Sampson that if he didn't mind, I'd pass on mine because I didn't like the feel of his a$$hole. That's when my guy started standing up and told him not to move because my pistol needed cleaning and he was going to do it. He thought he'd use his t-shirt to clean it while it was in my hand or I'd give it to him unloaded. I said no....while I didn't like the feel of his a$$hole, didn't say anything about his mouth and tongue, so kneel. Had him clean the 9 with his mouth/tongue and said he had a clumsy mouth and went to the other guy who was forced to do the same. Made sure they each stuck the tip of their tongue into the barrel too. Told them to get the f*ck out of here and I didn't want to see them in town ever again. Pulled up their pants, saying they were sorry and they'd wouldn't be back here or in town ever again. But when they went to take their food (2 small sacks of 15 canned veggies & 3 cans of tuna fish), told them to leave it unless they wanted to earn it just like the girls were doing here. They didn't and couldn't leave fast enough.
Asked to talk with Adams and her girls privately and explained what I wanted to do. None of them or Sampson like my idea/thoughts but realized it would bring some sort of order as this wasn't the first time in the past week or so the guard has been called out to deal with something like this and as time passed, it seemed to get uglier/more frequent. What I know about running a whorehouse is basically nothing. I mean, I paid my money, did the deed and then left. But Daisy & Mary Jane didn't mind explain how things worked after we were done. They thought I was kinky/weird/getting my jollies wanting to know this stuff until they realized I was just curious as things are done differently overseas. I mean, this is stuff I couldn't learn from Wikipedia. The girls charge the guy according to not only what he wants, their popularity, how he looks but also how he treats them to begin with. Treat them like a sl*t, etc. and prices went thru the roof and other times, they simply weren't available. The other was security because some guys thought simply because they paid for something, they could have that woman in ways not agreed/paid for earlier. The house always got a percentage (usually at least 25%) cut and woe to the hooker who tried cheating the house. The working ladies wanted to know why they had to pay 25% to the house since they were doing all the work. I reminded them that the house would not only be providing security/safety for them, the linen and other things would need to be paid for by someone cleaning them....unless they wanted to do this along with working on their backs and knees. Adams looked at me in disgust when asking who was going to run this place....as if implying me and Sampson were going to be f*cking the ladies when they weren't working some John. Also brought up the fact that prostitution was illegal AND Sampson/I were in the guard. Replied that I hadn't thought of running a whorehouse....but how about April doing it?
Called April and the other girls over, explained what we had been talking about and she was a bit shocked at the idea of becoming a madame at a whorehouse. Told her one thing though: she did NOT have "relations" with any customer because she was going to be running things and needed to be separate from what the other girls were offering. One girl (17) didn't want to be doing this, but if there was no other way.... Seems she was trying to feed a younger brother and sister and I thought of the other farm. Explained to her a little bit about it and when we had a chance to be away from everyone else, told her about Oregon state militia and how the women were really like at both farms and Rosemary. Said she'd be glad to get all of them out of here, so made arrangement to go with us on Friday. Thing is, she knew 6 more girls getting ready to do the same thing as she had done, so told her to bring them too. Thing is, she knows the farms don't have a lot of food....like they're eating as it was "before" and there would be a lot of hard work in harvesting the corn and what ever crops we could find in the area. But her brother/sister, along with herself, would be much better off. Had her tell Adams and her women what we had talked about and they could see where I was going. Men were going to want to f*ck women and pay for it. Women are willing to f*ck men for the money. But I was trying to get those who didn't want to do this, but were being forced to due to circumstances, out of it entirely. And just maybe stop some woman being raped.
Well, one thing leads to another. For example, the guy who was renting out the cribs was p*ssed when the other 2 girls who preferred to work in our house told him they were leaving and why. We came to an agreement that he would provide clean linen every 3 days for X amount of food or something of equal value like fish hooks, ammo, etc. Used two of the bags on the cart loaded with sodas and chips to pay for 2 weeks of services, but he only got 1 bag at the time of our agreement. Told the girls staying to ask if other girls would be interested in working at a house instead of here and told they would start asking later on tonight (Thursday) which was always kind of slow. Like Reno, Friday/Saturdays are their busy days. Told the girls along with what ever price they charged, they also had to include 1 gallon of water with each "purchase". Explained no guy wants to think he's getting sloppy 2nd or 3rds, so they needed to clean between their legs at least, maybe even take a whores batch which I had to explain to them what I meant. Not that I used the word whore....instead I used the word escort or companion. Extra water would give them something to drink as last thing they wanted to do was drink their "earnings" up, meaning the soda or any liquor they might get in trade. They also needed to bath more often as in every 3 days and use the dirty water to flush the toilets. Sampson/I would toss in all the food we had in the cart with the exception of 4 large cans of coffee, 4 containers of creamer and 2 cases of sugar packets so the house could "make change" in case someone brought in something really good. They also got those 2 guys sacks of food.
This is when April said she needed a partner and since Sampson/I had helped her to begin with and I had so much knowledge about this kind of thing....Sampson and I both backed up really quick and saying WHAT? WHAT? Suggested that Adams do this and she wanted nothing to do with it, but as much as she hated the entire idea, since I started it/brought it up, I should do it. Told her I couldn't because I had 2 girls I was in love with and courting. What would they think if they found out I was part owner of a whorehouse? And what would Cici think of Sampson? Yeah, Sampson was just as unenthusiastic about all of this as I was. Tells me I should of thought of this before starting all of it. Told her what I knew about security as I didn't want a bunch of guys doing this as considering how things were going right now, they might get their own ideas and decide to simply take over because we had to get back to Sheridan. Asked if she could get some of the other women guard to do this even for a little bit and in the mean time, I'd check with the women at the farm and maybe even Rosemary might find some women. That with a lot of people packing, it would be required to turn in all guns/knives at the front desk with a ticket given to them when they arrived. Like giving each customer half a raffle ticket, while the girl behind the counter kept the other half. Adams saw my point about needing armed women providing security and agreed to it until I could get some of the women from the farm or from Rosemary. Thing is, she hadn't heard how the Oregon state militia thing started till I told her. Apparently, word's spreading around some of the towns and in Salem about the militia, though heads aren't being cut off. Instead, bodies are being hung from telephone poles with the crime they were killed for written on a piece of paper.
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Post by willc453 on Jul 19, 2014 19:00:10 GMT -6
The Layover Chapter 43 McMinnville, Oregon July 26th Friday (contd)
Don't know how far I'll get but do what I can as we're taking off for Sheridan in maybe an hour or less. To set April and the girls up, all of us (including Adams and her people) went looking for a place to use as a whorehouse Thursday evening. I use the word whorehouse here, but when talking with everyone, I get pc and use the word ranch as in Nevada. Went to an office building about a block a way from the soccer field/park that Sampson/I had hit earlier. Reason we chose it was being close to the field and they had a lot of cubicles that were just a little over 5 feet high, 5-6 feet or so wide and maybe 7 feet long. Enough room for a mattress and a nightstand. The mattresses we got from a nearby furniture place, taking only single mattresses. Adams, her girls and the working girls got busy taking out the desks, etc. from the cubicles. Her 2 guys objected, but she told them to shut the f*ck up before she got really p*ssed. Figure it was their wives hearing about what they had been doing....or maybe she knew other stuff they had been doing? Also snagged what linen and pillows they had. From a dollar store, took a bunch of raffle tickets, buckets, small garbage cans and what ever else I thought the girls could use, not that there was that much left. Before we left, had everyone set some of the desks right at the front door as to create a corridor, but also keep it open as a "greeting/inspection" area. Other desks were place in front of/stacked on top of each other on their sides to create a wall, so you couldn't see in.
Figure/hope by doing so, we can keep a lower profile in one way. But then, there's the art work painted on the 2 front doors which says Aprils Double D Ranch and shows a couple of well endowed cowgirls sitting naked on old western ranch kind of fence rails, coming up with that idea from my Hooters t-shirt. Found that one of the girls could paint, so went back to the dollar store for all the water based paint sets they had. Pretty good artist. This took the rest of the day, so asked Adams to let the guys know (at the base) where we were at as I didn't these girls to be left alone. Wasn't saying sh*t about Socrates/Jeff and the propane place. Had 9 "rooms" set up and the 2 girls who wanted to work there went back to the field to ask any other working girl if they would want to work here. They got 6 more and after explaining how things worked, 3 agreed. The other 3 didn't want to work and took the option of going with us back to the farms. Thing is, the 3 were nervous about how things were going at the park, especially after hearing how things would of turned out on April if we hadn't stopped it. They also understood that April was in charge and she has the authority to dismiss them if they didn't follow the house rules. April and I came up with a list of house rules, not that there were that many. Sampson went with Gina (the 17 year old) to her place to get her brother (Timmy, 9) and her sister (Louise, 7). Told her they were to take all the food they had with them, but they could only take 1 medium suitcase each along with only 2 toys. Later on, he took the other 3 girls to their places with the same orders. Two of them had kids (5 total) and haven't heard what happened to their husbands/boyfriends. Gave Sampson the bike/cart to deal with all of this. Oh yeah, have hours posted on the front door: from late afternoon till dawn. Got a sign saying whether we were open or closed and it also states that each customer MUST have 1 gallon of water along with their trade goods. No water, don't bother entering. Took the bags of stuff Sampson/I had gotten earlier and stored it in the back part of the building, figuring let April figure out how it was to be used or in making change. Even kicked in the 3 bottles of booze we had found. Thought Sampson was gong to cry till I showed him a half gallon of unopened Jack Daniels that I kept. Thought maybe the girls could use that to barter for extra food from a paying customer.
Had April take an office so she could have some real privacy. Thing is, she hit on me, saying she was ready to take care of my needs for free since helping her out and that I wasn't a john. It was getting dark, but enough light so I cold see her as she dropped her skirt, opened her blouse and saw she wasn't wearing panties or bra. Figured later on, she normally wears them, but wanted to be ready for me. She's 40 and d*mn good looking even if packing a little extra weight, especially wearing those half rim glasses which I've always thought sexier than sh*t. You know, like she's the quiet, shy, demur librarian but once she got you alone in the reference section of the library where few people go.... Add blonde/brown hair just above her shoulder blades.... I was caught completely by surprise because when she did this, she was only 3 feet or so from me and before I could really react, she had her arms around me and kissing me. I could feel those t*ts of her against my chest and she rubbed her hips against mine and of course, I got a hard on right off the bat. I will say one thing, didn't make the mistake of pushing her away to where I had her t*ts in my hands like I did with Helen. Separated us as gently as possible while my d*ck and I were having an argument. Once again: f*ck her, f*ck her.....it's been almost 3 months now. The girls aren't here/don't need to know, she's offering you a freebie with no strings attached like Helen.
What really bothered me was my d*cks thoughts about the girls and how I've been treated by them....or NOT treated by them. Told them that I love them and want to marry both of them. I've given/gotten kisses/hugs from them, but they say they like/respect me, but when was the last time (if ever?) they said they cared for me? Like maybe they were....well, not in love with me, but not just friends either? Because of that, my d*ck tells me we're not engaged or anything like that and who knows what they're up to while you're gone? And that last part hurt and I was tempted. This is a f*cked up situation....since we're not engaged/having any sort of agreement, am I cheating on them if I f*ck April who is more than willing? Yes, no, yes, no.....the argument kept going thru my head. Thing is, while all of this is going thru my head, April kneels and starts unzipping my pants saying her husband (?!) liked her doing this when he came home after work!
Told her I couldn't and stepped back. Long story short, told her about the girls and how I felt about them and why I couldn't do it with her until I got an answer from them one way or the other. She at first thought I was after them and not her because they were younger, then told her about Helens offer and how I was trying to hook her up with Harold. She, like everyone else (and myself) can't understand/explain why the girls drive me crazy like they do. But she did kind of understand how I felt that I'd be cheating on them if we did it. But she also thought I was leaving myself open for a big hurt if they said they only wanted for us to remain as friends. Told her if that happened, I'd leave them because it would hurt too much to be around them. Asked if that happened, would I be interested in returning here to her and the ranch? I said maybe, but only if her offer to me would still be available and it would only be the 2 of us sleeping with each other. She said yes. Still feel kind of dirty inside while even writing about it.
Her husband (accountant) died in the quake (car wreck) and funeral was to be held on Wednesday. She's an elementary school teacher. Emp took care of that happening. No kids....her husband couldn't get her pregnant and married 23 years. Apparently, Thursday was the 1st time she tried offering herself. She had traded what stuff she could in their home in the 3rd week of post emp for food and was down to just a few days of food left. Found out real quick that her "friends/neighbors" wives suddenly didn't like her because she was now widowed, good looking and they had husbands.... And of course, word has spread thru the neighborhood about how she was trying to trade her stuff for food and finding few takers. Asked me if we could go to her place to get some of her things on Friday....not just clothes, but photos and mementoes. I said okay and that took us about 2 hours to do. Not that the cart was full or anything....her neighbors had helped themselves to her stuff while she was with us Thursday night.
Thing is, as we got onto her street, some of the women neighbors came out to see who she was with and April kind of hunched over like she was ashamed. Asked if she was ashamed because of my age and the way I looked and she said no. It was just that her being with me would make the women feel they were right about her. I said f*ck them....show them you've got balls and stand up/walk proudly. At least what you were doing in the beginning was honest without any thought of "stealing" their man in trying to trade stuff for food. Then offering yourself to a man for food right after your husbands death, takes real balls. You're a survivor and I think you're going to make one h*ll of a madame. Could see it really hit her hard seeing her place not only trashed, but the words whore and slut painted on her bedroom walls and front door. All I could do was hold/hug her for a bit. What food she had was gone of course, but we still got a bunch of stuff but no linen. Didn't want it because it would remind of her and her husband. Got some odds/ends from the garage which had been locked up like camping/fishing equipment, empty gas cans, etc. Her husband was never into hunting. Mainly she wanted the photos of her and her husband on their various trips. She also wanted to bring back some of her books and would I mind? Filled up a couple of garbage bags full of books and found we both like sci-fi and good horror, but after that, she went for the classics and who dunnit stuff. Told her I was glad she didn't read bodice rippers and explained what I meant and she laughed, though she said wasn't that something she had tried with me earlier? I said it might of worked, but I don't have those tight abs and a square chin with a steely eyed look like they show on the covers. Oh yeah....and all my hair.
When we left, some people just won't let go/shut up, wanting the last word. Surprised that a couple of women were standing in their front yards looking at us and telling April that they always knew she was "that kind of woman" because her husband wasn't even cold in the grave before running off with another man. April started to hunch over and told her balls girl, remember you've got balls and she straightened up. I just raised my hand, flipped them off and told the 2 fat ones how does your husband know if he's f*cking your pu$$y or a roll of fat? And I wonder where they are now instead of being with and protecting you and your litters. Then hooked an arm in Aprils and we just kept walking. April was kind of snorting, saying she couldn't believe I said that.
On our way back, saw a couple of pharmacies (local and chain) that I hit for anything good. Not that there was much of anything, but did get 14 boxes & 3 cases of condems and a sh*t load of pregnancy test kits. April looked at me and told her last thing we want is any girl getting pregnant and if the guy wants no condom sex, he's charged double, maybe the triple going rate. She understood and agreed.
it was getting late Thursday when Sampson had the girls and kids back with us. Then we had to settle in for the night once the kids got fed. Tried cooking a couple of the cans of veggies for the kids on my alcohol stove and gave it up because it was going to take too long. But she had a Coleman 2 burner stove and lantern, which cooked everything okay. All we had to do was poke a hole in a nearby car gas tank, using 2 tubs I got earlier from the dollar store to catch the gas. Had to show April and the girls staying how everything worked. At least she also had some extra mantles for the lantern. Adults had the soda pop, etc. At least the break room here had paper plates and plastic knives/forks/spoons, something I hadn't thought of taking at the time. Sampson said he'd stay up and guard the front door and get me up in a couple of hours. He never did, saying it looked like I needed the rest, which I did. But while we locked the front door, we also put a couple of desks in front of it. Kids and girls took a couple of offices while I got another. I slept near Sampson and really crashed.
No way the cart could carry all the stuff the girls/kids had taken because I had all those sacks of "goodies" and MRE's stashed at the propane place. So we found 3 shopping carts to take care of that.
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Post by biggkidd on Jul 19, 2014 19:45:00 GMT -6
Cool Thanks MOAR
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Post by willc453 on Jul 19, 2014 20:06:34 GMT -6
Don't know how multiple saves affects the story. I mean, if I save this story 4 times, does everyone get 4 notices that something's been added? And when I have it in edit mode, is it still readable? I mean, does everyone read what I entered/saved and then sees what new stuff I've added to the story line? Just hate the idea of people wasting time if this is the case, but having lost a couple pages here and at SB due to thunderstorms/brief power outages......
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Post by willc453 on Jul 19, 2014 20:59:40 GMT -6
The Layover Chapter 44 Sheridan, Oregon July 27th Sunday
God, I'm glad to be home. Where to start? Adams came over to see me Friday morning, just as we're ready to leave the propane place. Figure get out of Dodge before anyone knows we're gone. April had told her that we had just left and pointed out direction of travel. She says the Col. wanted to see me and I'm thinking, this is not good. Was thinking maybe I can blow her off and tried it, saying I'd see him in a little bit as I had to finish some things here. That didn't work....she stood right there waiting for me. Some times I wonder if women are psychic (along with being psychotic because of all that monthly bleeding and stuff). Since Adams outranks me, she did the saluting/reporting. Started getting real nervous when Acorn comes in behind us and stands behind the Col. and I'm thinking of different things we're "acquired" and how/if/ maybe we could of been seen doing so. It was those d*mn MRE's that really worried me. And Adams hadn't said anything when she saw them and was hoping she thought everything was good as far as us authorized in having them. Not only no, but f*ck no.
Acorn asks is there anything I'd like to say to the Col. and have been here, done this kind of dance before, always gave a neutral or no kind of answer. So I said good morning Colonel, is there something you want to ask me about? The Col. has some paperwork on his desk and tells me they are recommendations delivered by Millar a few days ago. Seems Mendoza, Millar and Blevins all recommended me for a promotion to sergeant! Truth is, this is something I DIDN'T want. Quite happy to have my sleeves empty, thank you very much. Gives me a little more maneuvering room so to speak....they can't take anything away if you don't have anything to take. And lowly privates don't know sh*t....everyone knows that. Only thing dumber is a 2nd lieutenant out of officers candidates school with map and compass in hand. Or worse yet, thinks he has leadership ability. So told the Col. quite respectfully, that I would like to not only decline the promotion, but instead, would they pass the 3 stripes to Janet, Reginald and Montana as they deserved it more than I do, especially since they've been in the Army/guard longer. And that I'm only going to be in the guard as far as I know, on a temporary basis. That is, when things start getting back to normal, I'd be out, while they would still be in and it would help their careers in the future. That's when Acorn leaned forward near the Col. and said, it wasn't his place to say I told you so earlier, but.... The Col. wanted to know why I hadn't mentioned Socrates, Sampson, Mutt and Jeff in getting a stripe and told him a sergeant only has 3 stripes. Janet's laid her a$$ on the line more than once, the guys look to Reginald for leadership since we met and Montana has a girl he wants to marry....at least I think so. Then the Col. starts reading parts of the recommendations Mendoza, etc. had written: unorthodox thinking, unique tactical skills, outstanding verbal leadership....and so on and so on and so on. And then just looked at me, waiting for a reply. I said, sir, are you sure you got the right man because it sounds more like you've got Patton and George Custer combined, right here in this room. Acorn gives me "the stare" and says the Col. does indeed have the right man, he's right before him. This is when the Col. says he has another problem, lack of officers, specifically junior officers. Told him that I'd gladly recommend that Janet, Reginald and even Adams here, the field promotion. The Col. says do I understand what he's saying or not and Acorn says he thinks I (meaning me) really doesn't understand what you're saying. And may I tell him so he understands, sir? Col. says please do and Acorn informs me the Col. wants me to be a SECOND F*CKING LIEUTENANT!? Without thinking, I said, Jesus Christ, Col., just what did I do to p*ss you off so badly you'd make me a butterbar over the people I just talked about and recommended for a promotion? Acorn said to remember my language and who I was talking to and I apologized to the Col. Well, he said he wanted me and Acorn to talk things over, before me giving him my final decision and he walked out the door of his own office! Thing is, why didn't Adams leave too? This was really NOT f*cking good.
Acorn tells me that even 2nd lieutenants had a lot more leeway in doing things that a private should not and could not be doing. Like finding that some missing MRE's was actually a clerical error. Or setting up a "recreational facility" before getting the commanders authorization, because wasn't I setting this up while wearing the Oregon national guard uniform? And of course, what Sgt Major Blevins had put in separately in his attachment for my rank recommendation. He was also VERY aware how I needed the guard for supplies and anything else in the future for those in Sheridan or where ever I may go, rather than the other way around. And that my agreement with Major Mendoza (?!) was still in effect and they did have a lot of detail/labor work needing to be done by privates as I had given them a lot of ideas and wouldn't be needing any more for probably a month or two. On the other hand, I'm sure even a 2nd lieutenant will be busy taking care of more important things. Having said that, what was my answer to the Colonel?
You know, I'd of told him anything they wanted to hear, but it was the girls I was thinking of. Add the women at the farm, Rosemary, etc. and how I felt responsible for them. And knowing Acorn, there would be a lot less "wiggle room" of claiming ignorance because of my lack of rank. So I couldn't say okay and some how return to Sheridan like this never happened. Knew it would catch up with me and bite me on the a$$. I said okay, but there are 3 things I need in return and Acorn says I wasn't in any position to bargain. I said there was, otherwise you wouldn't of brought all this stuff up with the Col. out of the room. I said I know how this game is played: if he doesn't know anything of what was said in the room, complete deniability because his hands are clean. This is what good NCO's do for their officers. Told him that I wanted a statement signed by the Col. and him that I was a 2nd lieutenant in the national guard, BUT I was NOT going to be wearing butterbars. As far as everyone would know, I was still a private. Another is, I NEVER get picked for work detail unless I volunteer for it and I am the one who actually volunteers for it. The other is that Janet gets a 2 stripe promotion, while the others get one. He tells me to wait, leaves the room and after 5 minutes or so, they (Acorn and Col.) come back, with the Col actually smiling, saying he's so glad that I decided to accept his offer and reads from a sheet of paper stating that I was now commissioned in the Oregon Army national guard as a 2nd lieutenant. And I knew I had been set up from the get go because the paperwork was already typed up! Not only that, the Col. hands me a brand new set of butterbars! Mother f*ckers....never had a chance. And Acorn sat down typing up on a manual(?!) typewriter, everyones promotion right then and there, giving me one of the copies he made. Then the Col. swore me in as an officer. Sh*t and double sh*t. That's when the Col says this concludes our business, but please talk with Corporal Adams before you leave. I started turning away till I remembered I hadn't saluted the Col., did so and followed Adams. I was really going to chew on her a$$ for squealing about the ranch bit when we got out of the room, but she says don't say a word, but follow her.
Go to a room with nobody in it, when she turns and says Adams isn't her real name and she's a Captain in Army intelligence?! And I said right and I'm George S. Patton and George Armstrong Custer resurrected in this one old, fat, balding body....till I realized she was serious.
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Post by willc453 on Jul 26, 2014 19:16:45 GMT -6
The Layover Chapter 45 Jennifers apartment Sheridan, Oregon July 27th Sunday (contd)
Said you've got to be sh*tting me....just WHAT THE F*CK is Army intelligence doing here, undercover, instead of helping getting things going again? Not sure if I'm going to get everything down as she said it or remember everything, but there's some heavy duty sh*t not only going down now, but might happen in the near future and has happened in the past.
Starts back when Bush Jr. did his thing is Afghanistan going after Bin Laden, then Iraqi with its WMD's. How the f*ck he ever got re-elected, I don't know....maybe there are always brainless sheep waiting to be lead? Yeah, they finally killed Bin Laden, but he knew he would be eventually killed and he planned ahead, with 6 of his doubles being killed before he was. Hitler was to have done the same thing (having hidden units) near the end of WW 2 with plans to bring the 4th Reich into being. Weren't these units called Werewolves or something like that? Unlike Hitler, Bin Laden made his plans before the 9-11 attach and that's been 12 years now?
Back in the days of the cold war, the U.S./Russia had moles....people who never did anything and just waited for orders to cause as much confusion /havoc as they could when it was time. And that's what Bin Ladens did, but with a twist. Instead of attacking symbols of America such as the Golden Gate Bridge, Statue of Liberty, Twin Trade towers, etc., his plan was to cut off Satans head, i.e. kill our leaders and set things off so we had no power which meant no communications, mass transportation (trucks & trains), American citizens would soon run out of food, with rioting, panic, etc. taking over America. He couldn't physically invade the U.S., but it would leave Israel without its strongest ally. The Muslim moles were given left over Stinger and Redeye heat seeking missiles that the U.S. had given Afghani's during the Russian invasion of its country. They also had improved Russian version of theirs made available via diplomatic pouches. Hours before the emp was to hit, an unknown number of them began shooting down airliners, just as they were taking of or landing over a city.
Seeing how decadent America was becoming, Bin Laden ordered increases in poppy seed production in producing heroin, then started working with Central and South American drug cartels to produce more cocaine. By using foreign embassies, NO package could be inspected, no matter what its size or quantity. It was so much easier for us to be attacked from inside because of administrations (such as Obamas) and liberals being against racial/national profiling. What made it a much easier target was Americans attempting to continually disarm its citizens. Either way, Bin Laden wins because if we were disarmed, it would leave us more open to the gangs selling the drugs, drug cartels and certain Mexican Army units. If not, more death/confusion would be sown among us when the emp hit and everyone scrambling for food, etc.
Drugs alone added hundreds of millions to Ladens coffers which was used to buy arms, fake passports, etc. Add to this plan was the Mexican Americans who were advocating citizenship to all illegal aliens, especially those who spoke Spanish, with some of them wanting to return parts of the U.S. back to Mexico because we "stole" it from Mexico to begin with. Of course, they have their distorted view of the Aztecs/Incas history, believing Anglos distorting the truth, much like some blacks still want to believe there was some large black empire in Africa even though it's still never been discovered. Certain parts of the Mexican army was controlled by drug cartels, with generals being brought into the fold because of what if you attack/take over at least the southern portion of California with the American government unable to do anything about it? They could be like the Dons of Old Mexico during its days of glory and power with its large land grants. Vehicles (APC's, tanks, etc.) had batteries removed and then grounded so the emp wouldn't effect them. It would take several days for these units to get everything up and running, but when it was.... The stick side was: you can't always protect your family 24/7. Adding to the unknown factor were Mexicans themselves living on the border. Border Patrol wouldn't have any wheeled/air vehicles post emp and were definitely out numbered/outgunned, so they weren't going to be a problem.
But there was an unknown player/factor in all of this. It started about 25 years ago with gangs coming from California into Oregon cities. Each gang was trying to get/control certain parts of a city for its lucrative drug trade and of course, turf with gang violence escalating between gangs. Then things changed about 10 years ago. The gang violence was there, but not like it used to be with its drive by shootings, etc. It seemed gangs were more organized, each with its own turf. With the help of Bin Laden/drug cartels, drugs were purer and cheaper which made more drug addicts/users.
Adams said all of this was conjecture/bits and pieces of information and everyone was believing if anything ever happened like this, they would have some sort of warning and be able to counter attack it. What they didn't expect was a nuke being set off in L.A. and attacks using RC airplanes against Obama/the White House and the suicide bombers doing their thing. Their information also was it (if ever) would happen on Christmas Eve/Day when all the infidels were worshipping a false prophet and buying gifts for each other instead of worshipping Allah and following the word of Mohammed as all faithful should be. Once again, the American people take in the a$$. The only good(?) thing is a lot of the elected people got killed, Figure maybe the next batch (if things return to even a kind of normal) of officials won't have their head up their a$$. The people won't stand for it.
Asked her why the guard and Army intelligence of all things was even interested in me becoming an officer. If I'd of had my ways, everyone would of gotten a promotion and I'd been quite happy to remain a private/nobody. Sh*t....she started talking about not only some of the places I've been station at, but what I did for a living in the A.F. AND my security clearance. Wondered how she got this info and tells me did I remember giving my social and drivers license for that letter stating I was helping out during this time of emergency? The Army being the Army, got this information from every truck driver volunteering and sent it somewhere (I figure FBI or Homeland Security) for a quick background check. Add to the fact that I have to go thru one every couple of years anyway as a driver. (Homeland Security) She also couldn't believe the number of Article 15's I got in the 10 years while in the A.F. While other drivers were background checked, it seems I was only some of the people who started motivating people to get things done instead of waiting for a government handout/orders. She was also aware that I was a prepper from the amount of posts I made on the various prepper web sites I've joined since last year. (NSA checking up on people on those kind of web sites?) I was the first to discover the marked coins and let the guard not only know about it, but kept them informed of when/where I found them. She thought it was really nice that I kept giving all the unmarked money to the guard which once again showing my thinking/caring for others. It was people like me, Pearl Diver, John and Mr./Mrs. Carter and their son who were helping make a difference.
Thing is, the emp didn't destroy everyones radio, specifically ham radios. There are a lot of preppers not only in Oregon, but all over the U.S. and a lot of them only listened from time to time just to remain familiar with them, over wise, they were left unplugged/packed away in case they had to bug out. After the emp, they got on the air and with in a day, were in contact with each other. Thing is, there WERE 9 alone of them within 25 miles of Salem and each decided to offer their services to the nearest national guard unit. Five in the Salem area have been killed and Adam didn't think it was looters. More like someone knew who they were, where they lived. NO family member survived and the other 4 have been moved to guard bases, including their families. They are in contact with other operators across the U.S.
And it's not good. Nothing from L.A. with the two 29 Palms operators saying survivors & refugees have simply overwhelmed everything east of San Bernardino. Tsunami's hit basically from south of Dago to north of L.A. coast area. Frisco and all the cities like Oakland, etc. next to/near the ocean are gone between the land dropping like it did and the tsunami. Sacramento river/delta area had water coming from the ocean as far as Vallejo. The Calif. Governor made the mistake of trying to confiscate several radios after the operators contacted the governors office. A bunch of dead cops and people stopped that. Now the operators won't have anything to do with the Calif state government, only their local guard people. Homeland Security has been called out to "restore order" and meeting armed resistance at least in Calif. Reports of Mexicans pouring into the U.S. coming from refugees/survivors. Unconfirmed reports of Mexican army attacking U.S. units in Arizona, Texas and New Mexico along with looters. Parts of Portland and the area near the Washington border are gone. The terrorists were quite busy....the Secretary of the VA is now acting President and he's appointed someone (unknown) as vice president at an undisclosed location. Europe also got hit with the emp/death squads against their governmental leaders: England, Germany, Norway, Sweden and France, mainly because they have a large Muslim population. Seems someone had read One Second After and added their own touches. Good news/bad news: there are units already mobilized in the Midwest, but the majority of them are headed for the DC area where most of the population is at, with food. And by amazing (?) coincidence, where what's left of our federal government is at. Trains aren't running, though some vehicles and older aircraft are. Basically, we're on our own until further notice. Because Janets outfit has been running around and out of contact with higher headquarters, this was the first chance they've been able to brief us, with me being the last of them. Reginald would brief Janet and the others back in Sheridan.
She asked what we were going to do next and told her about the train museum south of here and said she'd get with the ham operators to pass the word to do the same nation wide. Told her that if they got any of the APC's running at the air museum, we get 2 and I don't want some broken down pieces of sh*t either. Tells me I was in no position to be telling her or anyone else what I was to get. Told her the f*ck I'm not....you people never thought about trains or the aircraft. Another example would be: what happened to the nuke powered carriers and especially the subs? If undamaged, they could return to the U.S. to start giving cities power even if locally and on the coast. So just think of what other goodies I've got in my head. Of course, she wanted to know what they were, but told her what goes around, comes around. I get the vehicles and you get more ideas....like trying to feed people from Beaverton to Salem.
Before we left the base, had Adams get authorization for a bunch of stuff: 2 dozen M-16's, 48 magazines, 5 K of 5.56, 2 cases each of smoke, grenade and tear gas, six 12 gauge shotguns with 600 rounds for them and 1K of 9. She had a sh*t fit when I told her what I wanted and wasn't going to do it. I said yeah, you are....either I'm as good as you and everyone thinks I am or I'm not. And if not, take your bars back. Had to put all this stuff on a cart which she was going to take back to the base.
Get back to the guys and give Reginald the orders promoting him and everyone. I say congratulations....they wanted to know what the Col. wanted to see me about and told him it was to get you guys your paperwork. Asked if I had gotten a promotion and told them no. It was offered, but I'd rather remain a private, besides once we get this country back on its feet, I'd be out and driving truck again while you guys would still be in. Adam's looking at our group and asked wasn't one of us missing? Reginald looked at me, so I replied yeah, we're meeting him up the road as he's checking a couple of buildings for any additional supplies we might find we didn't have time to check for when we first came into town.
When she left, the guys had questions for me, beginning with how did I get all the guns & ammo? Told them to remember Clintons policy of don't ask, don't tell? Well, if you don't know, you can't lose a stripe or stripes and since I don't have any to begin with.... They asked about John and told them he was staying behind to get the aircraft running if possible, but we'd be getting some wheeled vehicles (hopefully) some time soon which made everyone happier.
Everything and I mean EVERYTHING is loaded to the max which was another reason we took so long in getting back. Spent the night at the 2nd farm and I talked with Stella and a couple of her ladies she was training on what Adams told me. They were surprised/shocked/happy to know we weren't out of the game/going to totally break down into chaos. Gave them one of 4 U.S. flags I had gotten from a flag shop in McMinnville and told them to post it in plain sight to remind everyone who and what we were. Also told Stella/her ladies about the whorehouse....they weren't happy about not only having one, but being security for it. Told them they were thinking about it all wrong. Yeah, security....but how much information/gossip will pass thru there? And something was definitely wrong with the city not being attacked, but the outlying areas are? So what's being hidden? And I looked at Stella when I said this: Salem sounds like a good hunting place for beasts and maybe we'll soon be armed/trained well enough to open another Oregon state militia chapter in Salem. And she just smiled and it wasn't a pleasant one.
I finally remembered what I wanted to talk with her about privately....it was about her boyfriend and wondered why beasts/gang members were looking for him. Just what was it he did for a living or could of done where they broke into your home? Says he was an architect and had helped plan some new buildings in Salem. The problem was, the contractor wasn't using materials he specified to be used. They were a bit cheaper and while it looked like the stuff they were suppose to be using, weren't. There was also some questions about the structural stability of the foundations, so he had gone to the contractor and was blown off, saying this is what his boss wanted him to use. So he went to the DA's office to file a complaint in the hopes of getting an injunction against any further construction and they told him they would check into it, but he should also check with the construction companies lawyers before making accusations like this. He tried, didn't get anywhere as he suspected, so he tried the building inspectors to get interested. Only 1 man thought it was worth checking out and he died in an auto accident a few days later. Then his company pulled him from that project. This was last year and a week before the nuke hit L.A. it looked like the D.A.'s office was finally going to take action simply because her boyfriend (Charles) was going public with his accusations. Took me a few minutes to realize why the firm sounded so familiar. How about this is where Aaron works, with his dad being one of the main founders of the firm? Remembered he passed out some business cards on the first or second day of our meeting and getting one from one of the people. Glad I kept my briefcase after all. Told her it still made no sense the gang bangers saying your boyfriend wasn't to be armed though. How the h*ll would they know if he was/wasn't armed? She had no idea, but it was something to think about.
Well, the butter churn copies work....ate 9 pieces of corn dripping with it and heavy on the salt as normal. Think I kind of surprised/shocked everyone because when I get done with corn on the cob, there's nothing left but cob. Asked what they did with the cobs afterwards and told they simply threw them in a hole they used for garbage and was going to cover it up soon. Told them to get them, dry them out as they could be used for wiping their a$$es or fuel in the stove/ fireplace and if they found any dried cow pies, burn those too. They weren't too happy with either bit of information. Socrates had left the large propane tank at The Farm and people were coming from town to refill their 5 gallon ones. Janet found/got 2 more forklifts running and they soon had a shuttle going hauling out as many as possible, with most of them going to Sheridan. The Other Farm was due to get one and so were the people at the stream. We got some in our neighborhood, so we're set for awhile. At least it'll cut down on the number of wood fires going which always worried me if a fire got out of control in town.
The next day (Saturday) Stella and her girls went with us to The Farm and they got the news and then some of them went with us to see Rosemary and her people. They decided how the guns/ammo was to be split among them, but did keep 2K of the 556, 200 of the 12 gauge and 500 of the 9. Gave 100 of the 12 gauge to Harold for trading along with some of the stuff gotten from town. The Farm and Rosemary got U.S. flags to post. Jesus, so much stuff to write down....taking a break.
Was surprised to see the girls learning how to fight on Saturday. One of Rosemarys guys was teaching 4 dozen women in Filipino stick fighting and in the afternoon, another was teaching them hand to hand, with everyone getting some rifle/pistol time, followed by using a knife. Not that they can do a whole lot of shooting, but at least they're getting familiar with their weapons.
No lies, no bullsh*t....in a way I'm glad to see them learning to defend themselves. Thing is, they will probably soon realize they really don't need me to defend/protect them and what ever feelings they have for me will fade away. Maybe it's time to start thinking of moving on. Made a list of things everyone can be checking on and hopefully get more supplies and maybe some electricity going again. Figure if I just take off, it'll make things easier between me and the girls.
Bill's been busy....he made the mistake of bad mouthing the wash stands, etc. with some of the people from town and stream there. Some of the guys wanted to knock him on his a$$ and I don't blame them because I thought we did a pretty good job. Instead, all the women told the guys to back and f*ck off....and they really tore into Bill. With his Seabee experience, he did do a better job and says with a propane tank, he thinks he can get several hot water showers going, though they'd be Navy style only. Several people got busy pulling their hot water heaters out of their homes for this. He's done a better job in setting the wash stands/showers up and is working on getting a windmill up in the hopes of putting a generator of some kind so we have power. He took a couple of lawn mower engines, hooked them up to a water pump so there's running water no only there, but also for the stream people who will also be getting showers, hot water, etc.
Others are getting windmills and solar panels together in hopes of generating electricity/pumping water. And some people got their go carts, older riding lawn mowers and dirt bikes running. We also now have some older vehicles going. The mayor has asked the car owners to provide transportation where ever/when needed and they all have. Some of the lawn mowers are pulling carts that were made to be used by them or jury rigged ones. So now, the 2 farms are having a lot of the corn pulled. But it's the women that are pulling it while the men basically stay away from doing any of this. Marilyn's gotten 1 aircraft up/running and hopes to have 1 more in the next day or two. Already have a pilot (Sherry Beckins, the owner) to fly it and asked where should she fly/look for. Janet came to me about this and I suggested she first find some railroad track, follow them south till they hit the railroad museum. Figure there's got to be trains stuck on the rails from the emp effect and who knows what they have on them. They're (her and an observer) taking off today and will be back by nightfall.
Saturday, took the time to look at porno for info. Some pretty sick mother f*ckers and saw 6 more snuff films along with the usual rape, gang bang, etc. Told Sheila what I wanted to do and why. Put everything on fast speed, just to cut down on the amount of filth I had to watch. The company is called Trident Productions, which is based out of L.A., but also offices in Mexico, Brazil and Sweden. All this stuff seems to be made here in the U.S. Took notes on what I saw and what surprised me was seeing some of the rapists with a tattoo usually on the back part of their left shoulder and it seems to vary in color. Trident has a pointy barbed tail kind of like Satan is showing to have. But the Trident on the cd is just a regular trident. Only 2 wore masks: one with a wolfs head and he was wearing what looked like a sheep skin and did 1 of the snuff films. Another wore a pigs head and he did 2. No address/phone number on any of the cd covers, but there was a web site....a lot of good that's going to do right now.
Abbey was busy watching Herbert who was glad to see me. Glad to be back and the girls are still keeping me separated from Helen. Maria came over and apparently the girls think she's safe as they had her next to me. The older couples are doing okay and everyone was glad to get a case of MRE's. Kept a couple for Gary to stash in case someone got low on food, the others went between both farms and the streamers. Put my stuff away in Herberts bedroom and went outside to smoke. This was Saturday evening. Was sitting on the steps smoking my pipe when Helen came out and said things are going well at the trading post and sat down besides me. Said she'd return the extra smokes I had given her, but told her to keep them for herself or use them to trade with. I then held up 2 Hershey bars and told her 1 for her, the other for Maria. F*ck, they were gone in a heartbeat....I did remind her that I would be asking Maria if she got hers. Stuck her tongue out at me, then kissed me on the cheek. That's when the girls came out with Jennifer telling Helen to move it and Patricia saying right now. Helen got, but noticed she had stashed her Hershey bars some where out of sight.
Next thing I know they're both sitting next to me, with their thighs not only touching mine, but they both put both hands on my shoulders and their t*ts are on each side of my arms! Told them I was broke, go away. Surprised as sh*t when Jennifer coos my name: Aaannnndddyyyy and when I refuse to look at her, she asks why. Don't I love her any more? Told her of course I did, but I was afraid to look her in the eyes because I got no willpower when it comes to her or Patricia. The Patricia does the same thing! Tell her the same thing. Had my eyes closed cause I could feel their breath as they leaned forward then they both kissed me at the base of my jaw! Tell me that just because they're being nice to me doesn't mean they want something from me. But Herbert just told them about some chocolate I had given him and some of the other neighborhood kids earlier and they just kind of wondered if I had any more just laying around and just what did I give Helen that had her giving me a kiss? Told them it was probably getting her and Maria that case of mre's. Then I heard Abbey come out and called out to her, asking if she'd like a Hershey bar and of course she said yes. So I held up the one I had hidden and she was quick enough to grab it before the girls did. I looked at Jennifer and told her she should be ashamed of herself, trying to steal chocolate from her own mother. Then Jennifer looked me in the eye, saying they knew I had more and they wanted it. I said you want it and both girls said yes....and told them sorry, but I was saving myself for marriage. Man, that kind of p*ssed them off. Then they tried getting sneaky....Jennifer had a arm around my waist, while Patricia's went around my back as if they could feel another chocolate bar while being ever so nice to me because they liked me. Told them if they stayed on the steps with Abbey watching, I'd get them their chocolate bars and Abbey agreed when I told her I'd get her a 2nd bar for doing this. Both girls moaned bbbuuuuttttt mmmoooommmm. She told them she loved them both dearly, but when it comes to chocolate.... Got up, went inside to my stash, got 3 bars and came out, making sure Abbey got hers first. Kind of surprised that Abbey said thank you son. The girls said thank you also, but Abbey and I just looked at them and they tried giving me a peck on the cheek. Said I've been gone a couple of days, risk life and limb to bring you chocolate and all I get is a peck on the cheek? Abbey said I was right.....being the way things are right now it's harder to find/get chocolate than finding food. So I said smooches ladies, smooches and they agreed. but then I set down on the steps and patted my lap for Jennifer to be first and I put a lip lock on that girl for 30 seconds before she pushed me away, saying she needed air. Patricia was next and she thought she'd outlast me....yeah, all of maybe 45 seconds before she needed air.
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Post by kaijafon on Jul 26, 2014 20:20:30 GMT -6
I have thought for a long time that the drug problem actually was an attack on Americans and other countries too.
thank you for the moar!!!
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Post by willc453 on Jul 28, 2014 11:07:39 GMT -6
The Layover Chapter 46 Jennifers apartment Sheridan, Oregon August 1st Tuesday
When things go to h*ll, they go quickly. Reminds me of suddenly finding the backyard fence on fire and the water hose 30 feet or so too short to really lay some water on the flames/boards.
On Sunday, got 3 crawdad traps from Harold that morning with Sampson, Herbert, Montana and Annette going to the pond. Not that Montana/ Annette had any interest in fishing of course.... Had them take the horses, but told Montana when there was time, I wanted to learn about horses and how to ride them. Thinking of the women as mobile militia ala the Red Dawn Wolverines IF we can get more horses. 4 wheel drive trucks are good, but if your truck breaks down, you can't eat it.
It started waking up to see Herbert staring at me while I was laying on the couch. In his hand was his fishing pole and all he was doing was looking at me. I said okay, but he'd have to get the okay to go from Nana as Jennifer/Patricia were getting more training with the other women via Rosemary and her people. Nana, of course, said okay. Got my gear and we went looking for Sampson, etc.....who was a bit of a spoil sport, saying we just couldn't take off without letting Janet knowing and I said if we do that, she just may have something for us to do....and you know how sergeants are, always wanting to keep the lesser ranks busy with something even if it's painting rocks. So we got Herbert to ask her and with a little couching from me, he looked pretty pitiful looking up to her with his eyes as wide open as possible. She said it was pretty disgusting that I'd use a child in such a manner and looked at Montana/Annette, saying is "fishing" what they're calling it now? They both kind of turned red in the face, though Montana was more of a kind of purple. Told us to get out of her face, but be ready when Sherry (the pilot) came back with her report. And we were to take her kids too which we had no problems with. They got some rods/reels from some of the people in the neighborhood.
Once we got to the pond, Montana/Annette wandered off by themselves and we had been there for a few hours before Mutt showed up telling us Janet wanted us back asap, no excuses accepted. Had maybe 3-4 crawdads per trap, but since there was still bait (fish heads/guts) in the traps, decided to leave the traps there. Did get a couple of dozen bluegill/perch, though not as big as before.
Sherry tells us there's 2 trains about 20-30 miles or so southwest of us, one's loaded with cans, the other is a mixture of freight cars and tankers. She flew just south of Canby and there is at least one locomotive. The problem was, they were shot at on the north side of Canby by a group of 100+ people and it looked like they were headed for the trains! With what looked like another group forming on the south side! Only "good" thing was they were all on foot while we were able to get 3 cars and 1 truck to carry 17 of us. This was all the guard, plus some townies.
Suggested to Janet that Montana follow us on a horse and get someone else who could ride as they could be used as scouts. Then there was a fight/argument between Montana and Annette, who wanted to join us. Montana saying no way and Annette said she was going, especially since it was her horse. I reminded her that it was NOT her horse as our agreement was it was a loaner and nothing more when she came back to Sheridan with Bill. Tells Janet that she'd been training with Rosemary/her people and she can take care of herself. That she had been accepted into the all female Oregon state militia and if she couldn't go, what was the point in having such a thing....at which time she looked at me. Then Janet looked at me, saying you started it, you deal with it. I'd heard she had been training, but didn't know she had been accepted. I looked at Montana and asked him if he trusted Annette's word without hesitation and without hesitation, said he did. Told her she was going, but we needed her to get to Rosemary's people, pass the word and then haul a$$ down the tracks to find us. She thought I was trying to keep her out of danger/the fighting and maybe I was, but also realized that the women were going to be eventually bloodied whether they were ready or not. But she could make better time on the horse that someone running or riding a bike to them. But she was to have Rosemary pass the word to Stella/the women at both farms, but under no circumstances were they to leave all 3 places unprotected/stripped of defense. Paranoid about the beasts attacking us again? Yeah, but it could of happened, though it didn't. And to have everyone use a bike to get here as soon as possible.
The hard part was getting access to the tracks, then going fast as possible to the trains. We got there first, with Janet positioning people where she thought it was best, then sending the vehicles back for more people. Told one of the drivers to make sure the hospital sent at least 1 doctor and some paramedics to care for any wounded. Got there 15-20 minutes before the beasts did. What helped was us having grenades, smoke and tear gas. Asked and was okayed to float, taking Sampson and Socrates with me. They both wanted to know what was going on and both said oh f*ck. So we jogged a half mile or so away from the tracks, then heading south, but going thru some farmers field which would of been okay, but for that f*cking bull inside it. HE didn't care for us, but fortunately, we were closer to the fence than he could run. Surprised there were so many cows, mainly beef, but some dairy ones too. Then we heard firing from the train area and the guys were ready to head straight back for the tracks and said no, we need to get further south of where we're at and hit them from behind. This took another 10-15 minutes and when we were ready, told them to shoot only those in the rear, NONE in the front and kill shots only, no only just shooting them.
First shock was finding ourselves coming up behind 2 6x6's and we killed the drivers right off the bat who were standing together, smoking an bs'ing. Thing is, we started getting shot at from behind, so we jumped into the trucks and headed for the trains. Sampson drove 1 truck with Socrates in the back while I got the other. One thing the beasts didn't expect was to be run over and shot from behind. Got Janet to give us 6 people in my truck, while the other went back to town to grab even more people. We grabbed the rifles/ammo off dead beasts while we could. Once again, mainly armed with AK's & AR's.
Montana showed up, then Annette. Asked if she'd like to be a cowgirl instead of a soldier and they both thought I was crazy. Then explained my plan to Janet standing there. The one thing that helped us was part of the track/train being in a draw which was about 15 feet or so above the railcars and was maybe 200 feet long? Took off across country and drove for about 10 minutes away from the tracks, then when we hit the road, hauled a$$ south for about 10 minutes. We could see at least 100 of them walking down the tracks and figured they would take 30 minutes before getting to the trains. Cut across a field, headed for the tracks, then we came up behind them with us shooting, tossing smoke, tear gas, then grenades behind us. They quickly stopped waving at us as we came up on them, saying give them a ride. I'd scream, run for your lives, there's too many and do my best to weave and run over a beast or two. Think we got a couple of dozen from the first group but there was still a sh*t load of them and they started recovering quick enough in firing back, so we hauled a$$ for the train again, telling Janet what was coming. Her people were hiding under the locomotives, on top of a couple of the cans and hill side.
Right about this time, a batch of townies and streamers (2 dozen?) arrived, with Janet posting them along the trains and got a shock....Jennifer/Patricia was with them! Asked them what were they doing here and they said they were here to fight. Not only that, they had also joined the Oregon state militia! F*ck, f*ck, f*ck. This is NOT what I wanted to hear and I DID NOT want them any where near when lead would be flying around. Once again, Janet tells me it's my problem, deal with it. Still not sure if it's a good thing or not that they joined the militia whether it was the regular militia or the all woman part of it. They both looked scared, but then so did the others and I wonder what would of happened if I had sent them home. What made it bad was not everyone that came with this group had rifles....the girls, like 9 others had only pistols. Those that knew how to handle a rifle, got one that we had taken off the first group of dead beasts. While this was going on, got 2 doctors and 4 paramedics and Janet had them get back 2 miles from the train. They had 2 regular Army stretchers to carry the wounded if need be. Tried making the girls become stretcher bearers and I/they knew why I was doing it, but they wouldn't have anything to do with it. They wanted to fight. But 2 guys armed with pistols said they'd do it, along with 4 women. I don't think they were cowards in volunteering either....they realized that if they're hauling wounded back 2 miles to the rear, there was a fair chance of them taking a bullet while doing so. Put the rest of the pistol people near the end of the first train where Janet had most of the people and told them they'd be covering us if things went bad, meaning we had to retreat. That if this happened, the main group would be hauling a$$ for cover at the rear of the second train and then we'd cover them as they hauled a$$ to get behind us. Girls looked scared sh*tless and I don't blame them.
That's when we headed for the farmers field where that bull was at. That bull didn't know what to do when we came into his field, but I helped make up his mind. Told everyone to throw what ever they could at the bull to p*ss it off. There were cans of sodas and beer (empty and full) and they started chucking it at him which p*ssed it off. I'd take off towards the tracks, it would after us, then we'd stop when the bull got tired, have the guys throw more stuff at it, p*ssing it off once again. I'd drive the truck thru some farmers fence where there were a lot (hundred or so) of beef cattle, then drive the truck thru the fence to the railroad tracks. Pull over close as possible to the fence so Montana and Annette could ride herd on the cattle with 1 p*ssed off bull going down the tracks. Thing is, then started hitting the horn and had the guys fire some rounds and that started the cattle running down the railroad tracks once we got within a quarter mile or less of the beasts. That's one thing the beasts didn't expect....a stampede and that bull was not only p*ssed/scared, it also had a set of horns on it while they were busy attacking Janet and the others. Not Texas longhorn kind of course, but when it hit a beast, the beast screamed and of course, we were busy shooting the sh*t out of any beast in front of us and especially those who tried jumping over the barbed wire fence separating the tracks/farms. NONE of those beasts got out alive. Janets people stayed under the trains while the cattle thundered by. But I had 2 sections of fencing taken down earlier further down the tracks so the cattle would see a large opening to the right, past the trains. Last thing I wanted was them to be trampling our medical people.
This is when I was told Janet wanted to see me. She'd been shot twice and barely remaining conscious. Me and the guys went to see her and she says it's time for me to step up and take over. This isn't what I wanted to hear and told her that Reginald should be doing this, not me. That's when she says I'm the ranking officer and it's my responsibility. Told her that I was just a private and that's when she tells me she not only talked with Acorn, but the Col. AND Adams who told her about our agreement. Seems she had gone into McMinnville on a propane run, but also to check in with not only the Col., but raise h*ll with Acorn for not giving me a stripe. Then she looked me in the eye and said we both know I'm going to do it, so get those bars on....sir. The guys were asking what was going on and it was complete silence when they saw me pull those Lt. bars out of my wallet and pin them to my shirt. Reginald said he's seen me do/think of a lot of crazy things, but imitating an officer was serious trouble. Handed him the agreement the Col. and I had come to. He and the others about sh*t when he read it aloud. I said girls, it's time to dance. Told Reginald to see where/how everyone was deployed as he knew infantry tactics better than I, Socrates was to check getting any wounded to the rear, unless they could still fight/pull a trigger and willing to do stay. Told Montana/Annette to work the other side of the tracks for cattle and if possible, get those people who are raising them to help you. Sampson was to drive the 6 by, follow Montana/Annette and do the same thing we had just done to the next set of beasts.
What I couldn't figure out was why the f*ck were there so many beasts coming after this train and why now? I mean, we had just heard about it.....how did they know about it and respond so quickly? Had 9 wounded, 3 (including Janet) needing to see the docs. Checked on the girls and they were scared. No time for a kiss, but told them to always remember that I loved them.
Got some reinforcements---12 townies with rifles in a pickup truck. The other vehicles were grabbing the militia from Rosemarys area, but told it would be 45 minutes at least before they arrived. Reginald put them on our left/right flanks on the hillside where Janet had put some others doing the same. He put the machine gunner (Jenkins) on the 6 by so they'd have more firepower when they hit the 2nd set of beasts. Then Sherry came flying over, veered to the right and kept about half a mile or so away from the railroad tracks.
Things got ugly, with beasts trying to surround us. Figured out later there were TWO group of 100 beasts and they started hitting us from both sides. They'd shoot and then drop to the ground, roll a bit, then come up from a different direction. The one thing that helped us was those on the hill, so we put more people up there. At least they had a difference in height, so it was easier to see/shoot the beasts. The problem was numbers....we just didn't have enough. The completely f*cking shocked when mortar rounds started hitting those on the hill. This was something no one expected and the townies started running back towards town, with more than one getting shot. Told Reginald where I was going and got Jennifer/Patricia and 2 more people armed with pistols to be runners and then help the walking wounded back to our aid station. Told Jennifer that I needed her to head back to town so when reinforcements did come, I wanted them to be on each side of the railroad tracks and maybe we could outflank the beasts. Then talked with Reginald who agreed that we needed to stay here with the trains so at least we had cover from the mortar. This left him with all of 10 people after sending 3 to the right of tracks, while this other guy and I took the left.
Both sets jogged like hell towards town, then we cut towards the road. We wanted distance between us and the beasts before we started shooting. But the beasts saw us and heard my partner go down. Turned and the way he was laying, knew he was dead. Didn't hesitate, but flopped behind his dead body to use as a shield. Six beasts coming/shooting and felt the rounds hit the dead body, but I got 4 and that's when the 2 remaining beasts decided to run away. Not that I could of shot them as I had a misfeed (misfire?) and had a round only partially ejected. Had my 9 out, not that I thought it would of done any good, but the hope was there to take at least one more beast out. Got the casing out, grab the dead guys rifle which I found to be a bolt action (5 shoter) .308 with a 9x40 scope. I should of paid attention to who had what when I had this guy following me. He had 2 boxes of hollow points and a dozen or so loose rounds in a Royal Crown 7 bag tied to his belt. Jogged till I hit some trees and could see the beasts were getting closer to the trains but at least that f*cking mortar quit dropping shells because the beasts were getting that close to the train. I could see people falling back towards town.
Climbed a tree as I knew the mortar had to be some where close and it was. Could see some beasts walking towards another 6 by and I shot the mortar carrier first from 300+ (?) yards, then was going to shoot the 3 guys carrying mortar rounds until I realized they were women?! Waited 2-3 minutes before making sure there weren't any more beasts around the truck and there weren't. Was ready to shoot the women but they just sat on the ground, doing nothing. Realized that these 3 were chained together and were slaves. Dug thru the dead beast pockets and found the key to the padlocks and freed them. The dead beast had an AR and a .45 and long Rambo kind of knife on him....and it was stained with dried blood. The women just stood there looking at me until I held up the AR to the one in front of me and said: live free or die. She didn't do anything, so changed my tactic by shoving the rifle against her chest and said: live free or die. That's when the 3 of them snapped out of what ever place they were in and the center woman grabbed the rifle. Asked if they knew how to use them and only 1 did, so had her show the others quickly what to do. Figured they would probably die soon, but better to do so with a gun in their hands.
Chest was hurting like a mother f*cker. Trying to hold my breath which usually eases the pain wasn't working and had a h*ll of a time just getting into the truck. Told the ladies what I was going to do, they jumped in the back, started the truck up and got to going as fast as I could towards the train. Chest hurting so bad that I started losing focus/unable to concentrate, but taking deep breaths and holding it, it kept me conscious going....and the thought of the girls being any where near the trains. Put the seat belt on which ended up being a good thing. Took a few minutes, but got that b*tch up to 50mph an kept it there. Would of gone faster, but foot kept jumping off the gas pedal between hitting the railroad ties and being at an angle at times till I got off the track and then cut across a field to start running over/hitting beasts in the hopes of breaking up a concentrated flank attack. Drove thru the field, running over/hitting I don't know how many, but then started taking fire myself. When I got to the end of the train, stopped so the ladies could get out and had them join Patricia. Then drove past the train, to thru the open area where the cattle had run off into and then up and following the tracks towards the trains at which time I started running over people. The way I looked at it, our people should be seeing cover behind/between or underneath the trains....anyone else was fair game. That's when the truck REALLY began taking fire and I slouched as low as possible behind the dash. If I'd of had my way, I'd of used a periscope to see with.
Truck was bouncing up and down like a mother f*cker and it seemed to me afterwards, I wasn't steering the truck but more or less just aiming it so I wouldn't hit the train. But all good things must come to and end....radiator hit several times, engine knocking like a mother f*cker and it's about ready to seize up. Saw some beasts in a little draw and had enough speed/momentum to skitter across the tracks towards them and then snapped the wheel to the right so I'd roll this mother f*cker right into the draw. All I could think of was the girls and hoping they were safe.
I woke up about 30 minutes later and first thing I asked about was the girls....they were okay and to me, that's all that mattered. What made me happy was they were behind me when I asked Reginald and got a serious lip kissing smooch from each of them. Was told the 6 by rolled over about a dozen times, not only killing a bunch of beasts in the draw, but some outside of it. What helped turn the tide in this fight was not only the women from the farm getting here quickly on their bikes, but what really helped was the guard coming from McMinnville with a sh*t load of vehicles and people armed, picking up a bunch of Stella's people who weren't on bikes. Once Sherry saw the sheer numbers of beasts coming at us, she headed for and landed at the airport next to the guard base. The Col. wasted no time in getting everyone moving. Janet's out of it for awhile....doc's said a couple of weeks, but she's going to make it. Most of the town turned out for a blood drive....42 people shot, plus 16 dead. The girls are on my a$$ to quit writing, so gotta.
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Post by kaijafon on Jul 28, 2014 11:56:08 GMT -6
Thank you!!
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Post by ss1442 on Jul 30, 2014 7:45:17 GMT -6
Found this story late last week, all caught up now I have to wait like everyone else. Great job, keep it coming.
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Post by willc453 on Aug 4, 2014 19:27:23 GMT -6
The Layover Chapter 47 Jennifers apartment August 2nd Friday Sheridan, Oregon
Woke up this morning with Jennifer/Patricia looming over me, each with TWO BUTTONS undone on their blouses and they looked at me/my reaction upon seeing them like this and they both agreed that I'd live. Bummer was, they buttoned everything back up?! Jennifer had a plate full of scrambled eggs and hash browns for me while Patricia not only had a big fresh glass of milk, but a large cup of coffee with lots of milk and sugar! The girls had to help me sit up and then feed me because I had a hard time sitting up/holding anything. Really f*cked up Sunday pushing myself like I did, but it was worth it.
John had been working on getting the C-47 into flying condition, but he also had others working on 2 Russian APC's along with some pickup trucks. Along with the guards 6 by's, Rosemary's people and the ladies from the farm, must have had 300+ people coming to our rescue and killing beasts left and right. A lot of them were either run down or shot from people in the back of the trucks. Someone found my AR and the .308 and I got lucky. Forgot to strap the rifles in any way and when I went end over end, they started bouncing around inside the cab before they both flew out. But got one h*ll of a whack from one of them on the cheek and I think it was the .308 that gave me a really big gouge on my head, plus some knots on my head because of that wooden stock. My glasses have 2 big scratches on them and frames are tweaked. I'm afraid they may break at any time and only holding together because of duct tape. Acorn said he'd check in (McMinnville) for optometrists and a couple of people from Sheridan said the same thing. And got a green break in my right arm, along with 3 broken ribs, something I didn't know till after the Montana/Annette thing being over with. Already planning on taking the cast off asap no matter what the docs say.
Got pulled out of the truck and taken to the trains and needed help getting up and to tell the truth, felt like puking and laying down for a couple of months, but that wouldn't of impressed the girls. BUT I did work it to my advantage, telling them I needed help walking and of course, got to put my arms around their waists. But this time, it was kind of strange or maybe I just don't remember it happening before in having my arm/hand around their waists and/or them having their hand on top of mine as it was around their waists. And I got smiles from them....different too. Thing is, too many times I think something's happening when it's not. I'd like to think not only were they happy to see me alive, but they were happy(?) for me to hold them like we were doing because they had their arms around my waist too. They also looked a little red eyed from crying, but figure that's because of the number of our people that got killed. But maybe for me too, thinking I was dead when I was brought in?
Someone got my AR and the .308 for me and told Reginald he needed to find someone who could shoot it as I couldn't be carrying 2 rifles. But what got me was my AR....the barrel was bent and collapsible stock broken. Mother f*cker. Bought that thing right after the Sandy shootings and it was part of me, just like the 9. Reginald saw how bad I looked upon seeing it and said they could replace the barrel/stock with no problem, using one from the dead beasts. Asked how long it would take and said it would be ready in 30 minutes or less if they had the tools, but since they didn't, I'd have to wait until we got back to town. Got an AR from a dead beast and back to my 10 magazines. Made sure they were loaded and then had another in the rifle, ready to go. Thing is, it's what they call an M4A1 which to me, will always be an M-16. But not full auto....got single shot or 3 round bursts. What surprised me was the red dot scope thing worked! With all the flying around I did in the cab, surprised that not only the 9 remained in the holster, the magazines in their pouches did too.
While I was really interested in what was in the trains, had to check on Stella, her girls and Rosemary and her people. Stella lost 6 of her people, Rosemary 4 which left 6 townies killed. Two of them were the guys carrying the stretchers and one of the women doing the same. Found Stella standing by her dead with their faces covered and she didn't say a word as I sat down by the first dead lady. Told her that I was sorry she and the others were dead, that maybe if I had done a little better, done something different they would be alive and started crying. Of the ladies that were killed, knew a couple of them by sight, but one of them....it was that lady that the little girl had run off to once she came out of daze/trance so long ago at the farm. The one that cried Mama, Mama and ran to hide in the folds of her dress. Another was Beatrice who always made sure I got a little extra butter when we had corn on the cob because she knew how I really laid it on. Used to tease me, asking if I wanted a little corn with my butter and salt. Pulled the covers off each womans face and death is an ugly thing. Nothing Hollywood about it. Flesh is torn, intestines spilling out, a leg that is in two parts, faces contorted/frozen in pain. Then went to see Rosemarys people, though by this time I was pretty well cried out. One of her trainers was killed and that wasn't good because of the knowledge/combat experience he had. I uncovered each one and said the same thing about how sorry I was, etc. Rosemary was doing her best, but think she was also shocked. One thing to be training people, another to see them dead.
Talked with Stella about the beasts and she said they were already taking heads and stripping the bodies. Told her to put everything back (except weapons & ammo) where it was because I wanted to get any intelligence from their bodies that I could. Then explained about the money, etc. She started giving orders and the women did it after she explained everything. Told her to look for tattoos and maybe someone could draw what they saw on the bodies. And we pay dirt....2 bodies had a trident tattooed on them. One had a black outline with some red tinge on it, while the other was more blackened/filled in. Don't know what the rank system was (if there was one) but they each had a Susan B Anthony dollar on them, but instead of scratches, thee was a hole drilled in them, but at different angles. Like one hole was at 1 o'clock, the other was 4 o'clock. Lots of money, some of it marked freebies, coins with scratches. Thing is, the AR's weren't all AR's but M4A1's. And some of the AK's were full auto. Made sure Rosemary and Stella's people got first dibs, then the townies got the leftovers. Figured they needed to be armed more than the townies.
That's when someone called out there's a horse coming our way....it was Montana's. That's when I realized we weren't all here....we being the guys along with the girls. Found Reginald and he thought they had returned, so we went looking for Sampson to find out what happened. Said they were cutting thru a field when they hit a hole and popped the bead on the steer tire. He told them to go ahead and they'd be behind them. Thing is, those 2 took off leaving Sampson and the others behind. He tried following them, but it wasn't going to happen. He decided to stay away from the tracks, then hit and run the next group of beasts headed our way. Someone got the horse and brought it over and made me sick because I could see blood on the saddle. Saw one of the farm ladies standing nearby and told her to get Stella and as many volunteers from her group to go with me as we were going beast hunting. Within 5 minutes, she was there along with 30+ women and all armed with rifles and pistols. Told Stella what was going on and what we were going to do. About this time, Acorn shows up wanting to know what's going on as the Col. wants a report from me. I made it brief: 2 of our people are missing and we're going after them. Tells me that he needs a little more information than that as how many of us are going, where, etc. Told him he could follow the trail of dead, headless beast bodies....and oh yeah, the Col. wasn't too happy about heads being cut off. Said we're leaving and we're leaving now. Tells me we have to wait there until he got the Col.
He takes off to find the Col. and at that time I took the bridle (reins?) of the horse and looked it square in the eye and whispered to it: you listen to me you mother f*cking 800 pounds of horse sh*t producing sorry son of a flea riddled nag. I've ridden horses all my life and if you give me any and I mean ANY trouble, there are starving people all around us and I'll put a 9mm bullet in your head. Do you understand? The horse kind of rolled its eyes, but f*ck me....I didn't have the strength to get into the saddle and I tried twice. That's when one of Stella's girls stepped up and said if I didn't mind being behind her, she'd ride the horse for me. Works for me. The guys are giving me sh*t about going and I told them the only way you can stop me is to knock me unconscious. Then they said what about Acorn telling me to stay here until he got the Col.? Said last time I looked, even a 2nd Lt. outranked a 1st Sgt. Should of seen the looks on their faces when I said that. And I added Acorn told ME to stay here....he didn't say anything about you guys did he? As far as I knew, he was talking about Stella and her girls and they don't come under his command. THAT brought a smile to their faces with Reginald saying that I was still thinking like a private. Slung my rifle, got up behind Beverly and put a hand around her waist. And off we went with the guys, Stella and her girls behind us.
And found my a$$ taking a beating with me up in the air, while the horse was below me. Beverly said I was riding wrong and told me how to sit/ride which helped a bit. Thing is, we kept getting ahead of the group which was a good/bad thing....at least we could see what was around us and it was simple following the horse tracks. Think it took us 20-30 minutes to reach the 6 by and another 30(?) minutes to find Montana. He was shot, but what really worried me was his head wound from hitting a rock. What made me sick was seeing shoes, socks and a pair of pants that I knew had belong to Annette. Had Stella have 4 girls take him back to the train/docs using a couple of t-shirts the guys donated and some long tree branches. Headed out again and before too long we were near some clumps of trees/bushes and Beverly asked if we had some time to spare as she had to "tinkle"....and the other girls said the same thing. I wasn't getting off this 4 legged mother f*cking sh*t factory as I wasn't sure if I'd be able to get back on or not. And wasn't leaving Annette while I was conscious.
Well, sh*t happens....like Beverly and some of the other ladies not being country girls and not used to wildlife. I also don't know/ understand how it happened, but at least 10 of the girls gathered around one bush to "tinkle". (God, the words women come up with!) while the others gathered around other bushes. They were all facing outwards because they wanted to be on guard in case any beasts were around and I understood their reasoning. Thing is, the bush she/they picked had a surprise hiding under it and as they all squatted to "tinkle", it came out and according to Beverly, she felt a cold something between the cheeks of her a$$! Well, she not only screamed, but pi$$ AND sh*t started flying from her and as she jumped up, she saw it was a black and white cat....yeah, right. Guess the skunk didn't care for a face full of sh*t and/or the screaming because the other girls were also doing the some screaming because some of them knew what it was and figured out what was going to happen next. Yeah, the skunk started spraying the girls with a lot more screaming coming from them and of course, kind of hard to run as fast as you can with your pants around your ankles. The guys come come running over to see what the f*ck's going on and soon as they got a whiff of Mister Skunk, they couldn't back off quick enough themselves.
Thing is, when the girls/guys went off to do their thing, I got to thinking maybe I'd have a better ride if I sat in the saddle, so kind of shimmied onto it. Back was hurting, so was hanging onto the saddle horn (?) thing and bent forward to get the kinds out of my back when Beverly and then the girls started screaming. Scared the f*ck out of me and the horse....which took off running like a mother f*cking contestant in the Kentucky Derby! The reins came unwound from the saddle horn thing and I'm hanging on for dear life. I mean, f*ck, I just survived deliberately over turning a truck and with my "luck", if I fell to the ground, I'd break my neck. Screaming at the horse to whoa, whoa and of course, it's not listening. Did have my legs in the stirrups, but only for a little bit because they started beating/bouncing on the sides of the horse. Maybe it thought I was telling it to go faster? Well, it ends up hauling a$$ in an entirely new direction. Think that nag ran for 5-10 minutes and headed for a different a different set of trees/bushes that looked like they were growing by a stream. I was thinking of grabbing it's mane (?) and maybe some how get it to turn, but scared that if I let go of the saddle horn, I'd loose my balance and get tossed along the way side.
Problems started when it got close to the bushes because it stepped on one of the reins and started rolling end over end with me flying thru the air and over the bushes. I remember screaming ffffff*****ccckkkkkk yyyyyoooouuuu at every horse that ever lived and was living and hoped they ended on someones dinner plate or in a glue factory as I went sailing over the bushes. This was a f*cking bad dream come true because I can't remember the number of times I've been flying ala Superman, lose coordination/flying ability, spin out of control and hit the ground. Which is why I ALWAYS made sure I never flew higher than any tree and preferred to fly just above peoples heads in those dreams. There's no stream, but a sandy wash area/gully. Then I see Annette to my right and all she has on is her blouse and could see it had been ripped open and was showing everything. Some guy had one hand on her t*t, the other by her hair and saying: suck us?....then he sees/hears me and just looks slack jawed. Guess he doesn't see too many old fat men with white bandages wrapped on their head flying by and screaming f*ck you? Then there's 2 guys in front of me who turn and that's when I hit them. And I was thinking when I saw the one guy....is this the Frito Bandito? Because he had 2 bandoleers across his chest and a pair of pistols in holsters around his waist and a big sombrero on his head. I knew I was going to hit the ground, but wanted to do it like when I lost it water skiing....to simply roll and NOT come to a sudden halt. So tried tucking my left shoulder in and hit the first guy, bounced off him and into the 2nd guy. Thing is, got a real body turn from hitting the 1st guy because my rifle barrel didn't just stick him in his left eye, it actually penetrated the eye and into the skull!. With me at 240-250 pounds and rifle still slung around my shoulders, where ever I was going, so was the barrel and it ripped out part of that guys left eye/nose/head area! I hit the ground and was rolling as best as I could, but the rifle beat the f*ck out of my back/ spine in doing so. When I came to a stop, started clawing for my 9. This is when the horse made its appearance and it tumbled a$$ over end again as it crashed thru the bushes and into the gully, but it had the 2 beasts to cushion its fall....not that I think they welcomed it. I do remember the sound of bones being crushed and both guys briefly screaming.
Get the 9 out and Annette's trying to flip the guy over her back and onto the ground in front of her, but it's not working. I scream at her to drop and point the 9 at her. She sees me, bites the guys hand so he lets go of her and she hits the ground. My glasses are gone and the beasts are 15-20 feet away and even though nothing's in focus, I'm pulling the trigger as fast as I can hitting them in the crotch, below the belly button, chest, then in the throat. I'm laying there trying to basically catch up with all that's happened when the horse gets up and starts running toward me and I'm thinking I'm really f*cked now....this c*ck sucker's going to trample me to death. But it veered on by and down the gully. Then Annette's running to me, started crying, saying thank God, thank God....was Montana okay and was I all right. I slapped her, told her to shut the f*ck up, get a gun from one of the beasts and FIND MY GLASSES! That brought her out of it and she wasted no time getting armed. Took a bit longer to finding my glasses and then we searched and took the guns and everything else we could from the dead beasts. One guy had just an AK with 5 magazines, Annette's guy had an AK with 4 magazines and a .380 pistol and 2 spare magazines while Frito Bandito....well, he was a busy little mother f*cker. Two Colt .44's like those used in the old west and they weren't something new either. Pistols and belt were loaded with ammo and BOTH bandoleers were filled with 12 gauge shells. Some really fancy double barrel thing that had been chopped to maybe 18 inches of barrel? A sh*t load of fancy scroll work on the pistols and shotgun with the shotgun made by (or sold by?) Ambercrombie and Fitch. Frito had a messenger bag (if that's the right word) which I also took a quick look in. F*ck....filled with money, dope and some paperwork. Shoved the paperwork in my pants and tossed the bag into some bushes with plans on getting it back later on. I was really surprised to see the knife Frito had....it was a Gurkha, though I'm not sure if Gurkha is the type of knife it is or carried by those in India. Put that thru my belt. While Annette's getting a gun for herself and looking for my glasses, I realized how naked she was and while she's got a good a$$, the girls have the best ones. And it's true.....redheads have smaller t*ts. When she realized she was basically naked, she tried covering herself with her hands and I told her to forget it.....I've already seen everything. Told her she needed to take the pants off the smallest of the beasts along with the shoes and if the shoes are too big, take all their socks off and put them on, then the shoes. She didn't hesitate/quiver in doing this, though she had to really roll up the pants legs about 8 inches.
All of this is taking time and it made no sense that there were only 4 of them (beasts) and I was nervous as f*ck, waiting for more to pop out of the bushes/from the gully some time, some where. Asked if there were any more and where were they. Said there were 3 more, but then had gone to Canby to get a car to take her and the other 4 beasts to Canby which was 5 miles or so away. Asked which direction they took and when she pointed one way, I said goodie, let's go the opposite way and we did.
Montana/Annette are okay and that's all that matters. They had taken off for cattle and maybe some help from those farms when they got jumped by 6 beaats a couple of miles from the trains. Montana got shot, fell off his horse and hit his head on a rock, knocking him bloody and unconscious. The beasts thought he was dead. The beasts got busy ripping her clothes off while she screamed Montana's name and then one of them asked her name and the n*ggers name. She told them and this beast said these two are some of the people Pig said to look out for. Leave her be, we're taking her back to Canby. What made it interesting to me was the leaders name was Lisps and his side kick was Turtle! yeah, the same people who paid a house visit to Patricia's place in July. Thing is, if things had gone a little differently, I'd of had both of those mother f*ckers heads to show/give to Patricia.
Started down the gully and had no idea which way we were headed other than what I hoped was away from those 3 beasts even if I did want to deal with Lisp and Turtle. Annette's got the pistols/belt wrapped around her waist with the .380 tucked in between the belt and her pants. She's carrying the AK while I've got the other slung along with my M-16. Thing is, could only find 3 of my magazines. Where the others went to, no idea. Had the 12 gauge cocked and loaded with 2 shells held between the fingers of my right hand. Found I could pop open the shotgun so the shells were ejected quick enough and shove 2 more into the barrels with no problem at all. Annette wanted to know about Montana, so told her and she was relived/happier. Then wanted to know were we were going and I said I hope away from those that had you earlier because neither of us is really up to a a$$ kicking, name taking fight right now....especially me. All I wanted to do was find some place to hide/hole up for the night as didn't know if Stellas people or the guys would find us today. And that's when I realized my hat was missing. Bought it earlier this year and it was a God send when I had to chain up and had my pins in it. My head bandages were loose and my head started bleeding again, but at least it wasn't running into my eyes. Enough....too tired to write any more.
---------------------------- Sorry everyone, but this chapter is NOT finished. Have about 2 1/2 pages left to do and that would take about an hour, maybe a little more. It's 18:30 and I have to get up at 23:30 to get ready for work. Will enter the rest of the chapter tomorrow afternoon when I come back from Hayward. Again, I'm sorry, just lost track of time.
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Post by papaof2 on Aug 4, 2014 21:42:36 GMT -6
No apology needed. You give us a gift with each part of the story you put up here. I'm not about to complain ;-)
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Post by ss1442 on Aug 4, 2014 22:34:28 GMT -6
Thank you, real life comes before our story fix. Just damn glad you are taking the time to tell this story.
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Post by willc453 on Aug 9, 2014 17:21:08 GMT -6
August 9th Apparently when I change something or add something (like the rest of chapter 47, no notice is shown that something new has been added. Anyway, Going to repeat what I wrote yesterday under chapter 47's entry.
Sorry for not getting the rest of 47 in on Tuesday, but things happen...and they've been that way all week long. Monday, up at 23:30 and back from Hayward, Tuesday at 1145. Then manager asks if I'd help swap old trucks for new ones, said okay as this is extra money which doesn't by too often. Didn't get done till 16:30?! Had to get gas for my pickup and smokes for the week before getting home at 17:15 and then of course, have to beat the dogs. (mandatory ear/b*tt scratching & belly rubs) Then they want their treats: cookies (dog biscuit) and a hotdog, then I want to get fed. (wings of course) Wasn't till 18:30 I go to bed only to be woke up by Grizzly (my youngest dog) with his bark of let me out NOW or face the consequences. This dog...I swear can poop so much, so high, you could hide a herd of elephants in it and when he urinates, you can toss people in it with concrete overshoes and they'll never be found again. Yeah, so I got up and then couldn't fall asleep till 20:30.
Up again at 23:30 Tuesday and back Wednesday around 13:00 and in bed by 14:00. Made sure Grizzly was outside till I got ready to leave that night. Up again at 23:30 Wednesday to start the grind again. Just as I get into the parking lot of the business next to the one I deliver to I Hayward, find my truck with low brake air. As in having maybe 65 psi and if it goes to 60 or below, brakes on truck/ trailer will lock up! Long story short, air compressor went out and the part is not only in Las Vegas, it won't be in Hayward till noon Monday AND NO RENTAL TRUCKS AVAILABLE?! Told to get a motel room for Thursday night and got sticker shock. Like the nearest one was $171 per night and the next size up was $196?! Cab driver took me to a nice place for $71.50 instead of this place I was going to for $77. Told me it was a bad neighborhood with nothing but dopers and hookers. And no place to eat, etc. Friday, told the driver covering my Thursday run would pick me up....then later, no he won't. But he will Friday night, Saturday morning. No, he won't because he can't work that night, so it looks like I might be in San Leandro till Saturday?! So reserve the room for another night because we can't find a rental truck for you. Two hours after that news, hey, we got you a rental! Really surprised when I got my $71.50 back on that 2nd night. Been up Friday since 07:00 and didn't leave with the rental till 15:38 and because of traffic, it took me basically 6 hours for a run that should of only taken 4 1/2 max. So this is why the rest of chapter hadn't been entered earlier. Will enter 48 some time tonight or tomorrow and hopefully 49 on Monday.
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Post by kaijafon on Aug 9, 2014 19:41:23 GMT -6
oh wow! sounds exciting.....NOT! lol! those are the days you remember... but I'm glad you are OK!!! I will be patient....
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Post by willc453 on Aug 11, 2014 10:09:43 GMT -6
The Layover Chapter 48 August 3rd Saturday The Farm outside of Sheridan, Oregon
Wonder if I'm still in shock in because of what happened Friday and if I'll ever get it all down. Not going to bother putting things in order. Just do the best I can right now. Thing is, I really don't feel like doing ANY writing and do nothing but stare at nothing. I mean, who really gives a f*ck about me having a diary? But by doing an entry, I can get rid of some of this rage/hatred out.
On Thursday, had this dream: I'm in a residential area hunting a very old, very evil and very powerful vampire. In this dream, I've gone after him before and each time, been defeated because I keep attacking him the same way, time after time. This time I decide to do something different....instead of going thru the front door and down to the cellar, I'll go to the back because when I attack from the front and get close to the front of the house, find myself being controlled by him. Suddenly I'm behind the house and to my right is a tall 8' chain link fence with 1 (3?) strand of barb wire. Beyond that, I can see part of a taxi way and runway of an airport. As I write this, reminded me of the control tower area at the Reno airport and the ANG base that's next to it. There are several pipes that come out of the ground, curve and enter some sort of small shed and next to the shed are several crates(?). Reminds me of one of the Halo 3 or Reach layouts. Decide to act like I'm going to leave the area by climbing onto the shed, then over the chain link fence. Get on the roof of the shed and then see to my left, Sheri standing in front of an open window on the 2nd floor of the house. Call out to her, telling her to come with me....to get away from the vampire. But she says can't leave....her master controls her or hasn't given her permission to leave. Don't remember which it is. I think it's at this time I realize I have to leave before the vampire gets me and that means Sheri behind.
Since all of this started back in July, don't remember having any kind of dream and I usually have at least 1 dream per week. Maybe it's because I've been overloaded emotionally/hit with one thing after another? But I now have to wonder if my subconscious is trying to tell me something. I don't mean there's some vampire running around in Oregon, but something else. Like who's bringing in all the guns, dopes, cash....doing the porn/snuff films. With the various names being tossed around like Wolf, Fox, Dog, Pig....who are these people and how do they fit in the scheme of things? I can understand the breakdown of society considering what's happened, but something's wrong and can't figure out where it's wrong at. Am I being/thinking crazy thoughts? Decided that I'd talk with Sampson first and if he thought I was going crazy, he'd tell me and I'd drop it.
Wasn't up to moving around too much, so asked Abbey to get him. Told him about the dream and at first he said it sounded like I was worried about my family in Reno, but then again, he's seen me have my boinks and maybe this was a variation of one....you know, the subconscious trying to tell the conscious something. So he left and brought back Reginald and Socrates and they listened to my story. Reginald said we needed to talk with Janet and told her the story. She thinks there's something to my dream. Not that there's a vampire, etc. running amuck or anything like that, but she also is inclined to think it's a variation of my boink. What surprised me was her saying I needed to see Adams about it, but since I was having a hard time moving around right now, to write it up with her and the guys adding their 2 bits about my boinks. It made me feel better that maybe I wasn't going crazy and Sampson made sure I got home okay.
Let me back up to Annette/me trying to hide/beat feet, the trains, etc. We're looking for any place to hide, not that there was a house that we could see in the area. I was looking for ANYTHING that would give us not only concealment but some sort of protection if we ran into more beasts....and we did. We're trying to move as fast as possible, but not so fast as to be unaware of what was around us. Started going down the gully in the same direction as the horse and Annette was hoping if it stopped running, maybe we could get it and ride back....or at least make better time getting away from here/any beasts. After 5 minutes or so, told Annette that I wanted us out of this gully because I didn't know if we'd be seen easier from someone walking on the upper edge of the gully even if there were trees and bushes growing alongside it and if that happened, we'd be shot like fish in a barrel....IF we lucky, because Annette's already had a taste of the beasts "hospitality" and we were both sure Pigs attention to her would be even less than pleasant. And as for me....
Thing was, I was running down....getting more and more tired with each passing step and knew I'd have to stop and rest. Once again, 1-2 packs of cigarettes a day for almost 30 years and 100 pounds of fat from eating to much the past 40 years was back to haunt me. Told Annette that I needed to stop and we found a place where there a bunch of bushes. Used the gurkha to cut out an inside area out for us to sit/kind of lay down in, but also stuck the cut bushes on top of the uncut ones so the brush looked just a little bit higher than normal, but no so much as to be noticed....I hope. If I'd a had my way, I'd of sent Annette back towards the trains/Stella, etc. but neither of us knew which way that was. Wasn't up to it, so had her climb a tree about 15-20 feet away to see if she could see anything. Thing is, I suddenly found myself sitting down and wondering how the f*ck did this happen. Annette calls out to say someone's coming and I'm thinking it's the guys, Stella and her girls....it wasn't.
I'm squatting in those bushes and can hear a guy talking as they got closer. It's gotta be Lisp and he's p*ssed, wanting to know what the f*ck happened to his guys, he couldn't wait until he got his hands on those people from the Oregon state militia....and there would be hell to pay if they didn't return to Salem with that pouch. If he got demoted, everyone one of them would be too and did they understand that? Heard voices mumbling that they did. We'd of been okay where we were, but Annette's wearing that dead beasts shoes and even with all the socks on, her shoes were a bit loose. From my angle in the brush. I could see her about 15-20 feet up the tree....she was sitting on a large limb and rarely moving, but then one of her shoes fell off, d*mn near hitting one of the beasts according to her. Said he had one of those wtf looks, looks up and we both heard him when he shouts there's p*ssy up in that tree. Lisp looks up (per Annette) and we hear him scream get the c*nt, she must have the pouch. I was more or less facing the voice and that's when I stood up, seeing 2 guys maybe 15 feet from me, screamed Oregon state militia, surrender or die....and pulled a trigger on each of them. I thought at the time I was going to be hitting Lisp and maybe Turtle, but it didn't happen. That's when Annette stood up, pulled out on of the 6 shooters and started firing! Lisp/the other beasts didn't expect anything like this: being shot at from behind, the part about the Oregon state militia and Annette firing at them from above. As far as the beasts knew, they were surrounded or close to it because she shouts "Oregon state militia run 'em down and remember, kill 'em all". Heard on of the beasts scream "It's The Headhunters. RUN!" Popped out the old shells, slammed in 2 more and took a shot at what I thought was Lisp, but it wasn't. But another beast got tore up. Thing is, fired the shotgun one handed, while pulling my 9 out and started blazing away at the other 4 beasts and I got 1 more, while Annette got two herself. All of this happened in a minute or less....and the other beasts (7?) broke and started running away. Annette was trying to hit Lisp, but because of the brush/trees, she missed. She even tried using her other pistol, but didn't hit anyone.
I got the f*ck out of the bushes and went to another group of them just in case and told her to get down and get within 10 feet of me to another set, which she did and reminded her to reload her pistols. Think we waited 5-10 minutes before I decided it would be safe to come out, but made sure she knew to wait until I made sure it was okay to do so. When it was, we checked the beasts, getting 3 more M4A1's, 1 AK-47, magazines, 2 .380's, a 22LR and a 44 magnum for pistols. What money they had was regular money. The gurkha might be dull, but took only 3 whacks and the heads were chopped off, with me tossing them into the gully. Took a look at the sun and we headed west, out into open country as we might not be so lucky with the beasts a 2nd time. The trade off was they might see us first. Long story short, ended up meeting with the guys, Stella and her girls....including the stinky ones who were in a small group unto themselves. We were all glad to see each other.
By this time, I'm getting really beat and wanted nothing more than to get back to the girls and go home. But the girls insisted I get looked at by a medic who said my ribs were busted. Later on, found out they weren't....just badly bruised. But I still have a green break in my right rm. The doctors and other medics were busy taking care of the really badly wounded. Went to see what was in the cans and boxcars as all the vehicles were busy taking the wounded that had been checked/stabilized by the docs to the hospital in Sheridan.
Trains were not only loaded with relief supplies to help people dealing with the earthquake, but several of the cans were from some national guard unit from Oklahoma, including a dozen large generators! Try 25,000 cases of MRE's, 30,000 bottles of water, SIX water filtration pumps, 100 large tents, 50 of half the size of the large ones, plus other stuff. I mean, the large kind of tents what will hold something like 50 or 100 people. Another car was filled with nothing but blankets and cots. At least all their freight cars/cans were marked with Army markings. Thing is, there's also a mixture of stuff for Walmart, Winco, Ralley's, Party Times, etc. Think the train people decided not to take the time to break up the sets from where they came from and just added more locomotives/cars, doing what they could just to get supplies up here. Then the emp hit and it's been sitting here since. Where the train people are, no idea. Invoices are taped on the inside of each door which helped a lot in deciding what cans to unload first. The biggest problem was waiting for ladders so we could get inside the upper cans.
The 2 Party Times cans were filled with party favors, including masks and that bothered me. The masks, that is....they gave me the f*cking creeps. I can deal with face masks of Obama, Nixon, Clinton, etc. but animals like wolves, foxes, etc. and I'm thinking of names I've been hearing beasts talk about. Only 8-9 boxes had been unloaded from 1 can, while the other which was on top, hadn't been touched.
Was tired and sitting on the ground with the girls next to me, then got to looking at the shipping cartons, seeing they were from Mexico and remembering those times taking a trailer while with Knight down to the border. Girls asked me what I was thinking about and told them about how it was when driving cross country. They said it sounded nice/exciting to see something/be some where new every day. And told it was, but also lonely with no one to share the nights with. They kind of looked at me and told them I wasn't talking about sex. To hear the wind blowing so mournfully and strong enough to rock truck/trailer on the Utah/Colorado border and it was like death was outside, patient as ever and knowing that one day you'll be dead....and who will mourn for you? Knowing more than once how big, cold and empty your own bed really was. Looking at the night sky, seeing billions of stars and how suddenly you realize how small and insignificant you are by yourself. Seeing fog rolling in on a small lake, hearing the cry of a loon and wondering if it's like you, calling out for a mate it has not found. Coyotes calling out to each other in the desert night, stopping your rig so mama bear and her 3 cubs could safely cross the road....not that the cubs ever looked both ways before crossing. Doing the same when a dozen or so deer just wandered across the road with that el walking with them, so much larger than life compared to them. That's when the girls put a arm around me and said I wasn't alone any more, but they would like a little more time and I said okay. Thing is, had to tell Patricia that I failed her and told her how Lisp/Turtle got away. She went white in the face upon hearing their names and told her that when I was up to it, I'd go hunting them down.
Happened to look at the boxes from Party Times that were on the ground and those deeper within the can. Asked the girls to bring me one of each. Each box looked like each other and then 2 things hit me: this stuff was made by Trident Productions and it had a trident symbol on the box.....just like those tattooed on those 2 beasts killed earlier and of course, on the porn/snuff films at The Farm. Had Jennifer get Stella and have her bring me 6 volunteers. Took 10-15 minutes and while that was happening, had Patricia start dumping the contents of the boxes onto the ground. By this time Jennifer, Stella and the ladies came over, Patricia had a nice pile of party favors and had taken 8 boxes from the can. Stella wanted to know what was going on and asked her to just have the girls start unloading the can, though why, I couldn't explain. She got them to unloading without asking why. Thing is, when they started working on the 3rd row of boxes, I told them to stop, then asked every to try and stack the empty boxes on top of each other as they had been in the can. They were looking at me kind of weirdly, like has Andy lost it? Then Sampson and Socrates came over to see what was going on because they had been giving directions on how to unload the Army guard stuff, but seeing the women dumping this stuff onto the ground and they knew I was over that way. They did it though and it took me a few minutes to figure out what was different....the next batch of boxes, the trident was printed in a different direction than the first 20 or so boxes originally unloaded. Inside the box, along with the party favors, was a bag 12 x 12 inches or so and about 1 inch thick filled with a white powder and of course, didn't figure it being flour or sugar. Depending on the direction of the trident, the box would have these white bags or bales of marijuana and these boxes went 8 boxes wide, 5 boxes high and 6 deep for a total of 240 boxes. Not all boxes contained dope, but several of the boxes contained paperwork that was in code.... maybe for future orders or the actual invoice of what was being shipped? Had the ladies make separate piles of party favors so I would know what favor came out of what box and then had the ladies stack the empty boxes like they had been inside the can but with 5 feet of space between each row so I could walk down and inspect the box. Socrates asked me what I was looking for and told him I really didn't know, but was thinking the direction of the trident on the box not only told the receiver what was in each box, but maybe a message of some kind? So one of the ladies came up with pen & paper and started drawing to show where each trident was....at least we hoped we had put them in their original positions. Then one of the ladies called out that there were crates behind the last row of boxes. And it was answer to where/how the beasts got their guns from. Packing crates FILLED with AR's, AK's, 9mm pistols and ALL of them brand, factory new! Further back, several crates contained used M4A1's & A2's along with AK-47's & AK-74's....but fully 3 round shooters/automatic. Must be 200K+ of ammo alone for the AR's! Add night vision goggles and body armor, no wonder the beasts were so anxious to get their hands on this. Thing is, how did they know this stuff was here....I mean on this train? The train's been here since the emp hit....maybe they thought it got destroyed by the earthquake in Portlands train yard switching area or it was to have been delivered earlier and they had no idea where it was?
The guys eyes (and mine) are popping out as this sh*t's being taken out and told Stella to make sure that we get the guns/ammo out of sight along with at least 2 dozen of the night vision goggles and body armor, but leave a couple of cases of each next to the bags of dope. I made sure she kept 4 of the night vision goggles for the guys. She asked why and told her some of this stuff was military issue and if the Army/national guard got "official" notification of it, they'd claim it and since I was currently acting as in capacity of the Oregon state militia advisor and that could change at any moment....Stella didn't waste any time in getting more of her girls down here and moving the stuff to another gully and out of sight.
And just in time too, because here comes the Col. and Acorn. The guys made themselves scare when I told them who was coming. To say the Col. was p*ssed was putting it mildly. At first it was because all the women were unloading these cans and not unloading his military equipment, the food, etc. that were in the others. That was, until he saw the amount of stuff we had and then he wanted a full report. I said okay, but had us walk away from everyone because I asked him to get Adams up here asap because of the paperwork we found and maybe there being a message in the way the tridents were facing. Will say one thing for the man, he don't f*ck around. Had Acorn take the first vehicle that came back to the trains and took it to the guard base to bring her back. Gave Acorn the paperwork from the cans and what I took off that 1 dead beast. He as p*ssed with me not waiting for him & Acorn and not giving him a report on what/where I was going. Told him the truth....that I had no idea when they would be back to me and I had 2 people out in the bush unaccounted for and I wasn't going to waste any time in looking for them. And because I took off like I did, we did get both people back safely. Asked him to wait a bit and had one of the ladies get Annette and asked her to tell the Col. what happened to her/Montana and afterward with her and me.
Then Capt. Abrams came up, saluted the Col. and when he did that, I stepped wwaaayyy back from both of them. Col. asked why was I stepping back and told him that in case a sniper misses you, I don't want to be shot by accident. But if you're feeling suicidal, I will salute you all day and night. I'd rather not because I think you're someone worth following. With everyone saluting officers, maybe that's why none have returned from the field when things really hit the fan. The Col. said it was a good point and told Abrams to pass the word. He told me that he was surprised that I hadn't saluted him and had put it down to my being ex-Air Force....and he kind of smiled when he said that. He then went to inspect the boxes, guns, etc. Asked if this is everything and said no sir, but for right now, what you see, is what you get but hope to find more in the other cans. He looked me in the eye and said bullsh*t Sgt. Bilko. I said sir, my last name is Thomas and remember, you made me a 2nd lieutenant. Tells me that I know who he's speaking of....the same sneaky, conniving, under handed, double dealing, double speaking son of a b*tch that does what he wants to do for the best of everyone, including himself. Said sir, if being this way helps me marry the 2 girls I'm madly in love with and get them pregnant as quickly as possible, so be it. And if killing/cutting off the heads of beasts brings normalcy back so I can marry them even quicker AND keep good people alive, so be that too.
Asked if I truly believed thing will ever be back to "normal" and told him that the bullsh*t liberals sprouted won't return for a long time, if ever. Too many people found out what happens when you're unarmed and at the mercy of those who are. And how fragile a country is when people depend on the government for help instead of themselves. That's why I'm arming/getting people trained for a state militia based on what the Swiss/Norwegian army does. The regular Army/national guard can't be everywhere, doing everything all the time. But if he meant electricity, flushing toilets, etc., thought it will take at least 3 years and that's a maybe because we're going to have to deal with the Mexicans south of us at the same time. And that worries me....an actual race war between non Mexicans and Mexican looking people. Tells me that our troops need and are more familiar using the night vision goggles and are in harms way a lot more than your militia, you do realize that don't you? In a way he was right, but I wasn't coughing up everything to guard, so told him there was probably a clerical error some where and I'd check it out. The Col. just smiled and said I knew I could be depended on. Abrams about choked on his chaw when I said clerical error and was going to say something about it till the Col. just waved his hand to be quiet.
Aside from all that, I said we need to get to Canby today to check the town for beasts and see what they have at the train museum. And frankly, as soon as I talk with Adams, I'm going home because I feel like I'm going to pass out....and that's no Sgt. Bilko bullsh*t sir. Well, the Col. made a mistake in thinking just because I wasn't around to supervise unloading the 2nd can, stuff would be all accounted for. Stella made sure the guard people got half the night vision goggles, NONE of the rifles, half of the ammo and some of the body armor....and they did get most of the dope. Stella asked if we could keep some of the marijuana for trading. I wasn't too enthused about people using dope considering the way things are, but Stella really wanted it, so I said okay. She told me all of this on Thursday and now the militia/streamers are really armed. It would have been a good week, but Aaron showed up on Jennifers doorstep on Friday.
Then the Col. states I'm going to Canby, check out the train museum and even more importantly, when Acorn came back, he was going to keep an eye on me after all of this was over. I WAS going, even if they had to carry me into town. F*ck me....this was NOT something I wanted to do. I could already "see" Acorn looking at me (and giving me a slight, nasty 1st Sgt smile at the same time) and had the feeling it was going to be like having Blevins watching me the entire time. Not good. Not good at all. Asked the Col. if we could just take off for Canby, other wise it would be an hour or so before Acorn got back with Adams and I had the feeling we needed to get there asap.
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Post by ss1442 on Aug 11, 2014 11:47:05 GMT -6
This story is keeping me on the edge of my seat. Thanks again for taking the time to share it with us.
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Post by kaijafon on Aug 11, 2014 18:12:58 GMT -6
mucho thanks!!!!
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