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Post by 223shootersc on Oct 26, 2014 18:51:08 GMT -6
thanks, love your work, need MOAR
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Post by kaijafon on Oct 26, 2014 20:34:32 GMT -6
thanks!
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Post by ss1442 on Oct 27, 2014 8:50:06 GMT -6
Love this story, thanks for taking the time to share it with us.
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Post by biggkidd on Oct 28, 2014 20:40:32 GMT -6
This another story I will be sad to see the ending of. It is a great read once it's finished I can't wait to read it all together. Although I must admit I hope there's a lot MOAR!
Larry
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Post by willc453 on Oct 29, 2014 1:17:11 GMT -6
Actually, I'm not really sure how long it's going to be. One Second After took place over a years time frame remember, with the story jumping forward time wise. With my story, Andy's doing a diary entry and the way things are right now, it's going to be awhile (6 months I figure) before anything gets even close to normal. I've also got at least 5 sub plots coming along, but they're down the road. Been writing them up just to give me a general idea of what Andy's going thru during all of this. For example, there's Pamela, her grandfather and his people that I just brought in and the militia dealing with the beasts in Portland which I start bringing up in the next chapter. There's people starting to starve/short on food only after 45 days, possible pandemic, HS dealing with the general population and who said all the Muslim terrorists were killed? These are only some ideas I'm working on.
And thanks to everyone for reading/your comments. Chris
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joseywales44
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He survives who most quickly adapts to the new reality.
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Post by joseywales44 on Oct 31, 2014 18:46:05 GMT -6
Thanks willc, I'm really enjoying this story. It's a bit disjointed, but that's the way I envision a story written by someone trying to survive something AND write about it would be presented. Keep up the good work, we'll be waiting IMPATIENTLY for your next posting.
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Post by willc453 on Nov 17, 2014 12:30:19 GMT -6
Still not sure about this....that is, posting something other than another chapter. I'd post it on the author notes I started, but from what I understand, no one gets any kind of notification when I do this.
Right now I'm stuck story wise and have been for several weeks. From the beginning, I've done my best to keep it realistic as possible and that's why I'm stuck as it deals with Andy, Pamela, Kev and his party. Was thinking things over on the way back from Hayward (as usual)and came up with something...but was it real? I mean, would/could I/Andy actually do something like this to Pamela?
After thinking it over, wrote it up and it's really ugly and thought there's no way either of us would do such a thing, BUT I kept it so I'd have time to think it over. Part of me/Andy says it's nut cracking time, just do it. The other part says that's disgusting, so I've been flip flopping on keeping/deleting that part. Andy wants to survive and what if Pamela's a weak link in not only his being able to survive, but Kev and the others? And what happens afterwards changes the story a little bit with Andy going into Portland.
Had a problem with the new assist. manager in him not doing his job two weeks ago. I not only told him to his face that he was incompetent, but proved it in front of the 4 office girls AND the new yard manager. So when I get ticked, I call 'em as I see 'em. But in this story, Andy's dealing with a girl and everyone should know by now how he feels about them.
Anyone ever see any of the Felix The Cat cartoons? Felix was a cat who had a magical carpet bag that he could pull anything he needed from it when he needed it. A evil professor was always trying to get his hands on it, so was wondering if anyone was thinking I had such a thing except disguised as an ALICE backpack. Since writing this story, I've changed a few things in my pack and yes, I hump that mother every other trip when taking the dogs out to what I call the south 40 which is about a thousand acres plus of nothing but hilly and partially covered brush country. The "fun" part is making myself walk up/down the various hills/gulley's while the dogs do their thing. This is what Andy started with when it all began:
AR-15 rifle w/red dot scope with regular back up sights Ruger P89Dc 9mm pistol 10, 30 round .223 magazines, loaded with 28 rounds each 3, 15 round 9mm magazines loaded in pouch, plus 1 in pistol 100 rounds (2 boxes) of 9mm ammo 300 rounds (15 boxes)of .223 ammo Guitar case with Velcro straps to hold rifle and 2 loaded magazines 2 military issue, 2 quart canteens with cover/straps Serbian military surplus canvas bag w/shoulder strap holding 8 loaded magazines hand cranked flashlight battery/hand cranked radio (AM/FM/weather receiving ability) 10 bags of rice, 1 cup per bag in food sealed bag 10 Ramen noodle packages (5 shrimp, 5 chicken) 5 cans Nalley chili 5 cans Dinty Moore stew 5 cans chicken noodle soup 3 cans of shrimp with rubber lids 10 energy bars (food sealed bag) 4 bags Jolly Rancher hard candy food sealed/in zip lock bags 6 individual bags of beef jerky food sealed 20 packages of strawberry/kiwi mix for water 20 packs Kool Aid (strawberry) Salt/pepper in small packets (fm truck stops, fast food places, etc.) 100 packets of honey (from '49er truck stop) in zip lock bag 50 tea bags (food sealed bag) in zip lock bag 6 P-38's can openers Medium multi-function tool small multi-function tool 2 folding knives with w/wet stones "V' shaped knife sharpening tool 2 bayonets in home made sheath for wearing on belt metal cup (military surplus, U shaped) Coleman cooking utensil set duct tape (50 feet, squished) paracord (100 feet) fire starting material (cotton balls mixed with Vaseline) in zip lock bag 24 fuel tablets collapsible fuel table using stove 24 ready to burn fire starting packages Coleman single burner propane stove Chinese made single burner propane stove propane adapter hose 1 bottle of denatured/rubbing alcohol magnesium block with striker 6 books matches & 3 disposable lighters in Ziploc bag 2 water proof match cases with strike anywhere matches 2 t-shirts 3 pair socks large hand towel toothbrush (new) in plastic container toothpaste (new) body soap in plastic container water purification tablets (25) 2 rolls toilet paper (squished) in zip lock bags Fixodent (denture powder) baby powder (small bottle) foot powder (small bottle) 2 eye glass repair kits 2 sleeping bags 3 emergency sleeping bags 8x10 waterproof canvas sheet with grommets
tackle box (8x2x4 inches, double sided): 25 size 6 hooks 25 size 8 hooks 25 salmon egg hooks 25 size 6 treble hooks 2 size 6 jigs 8 1/2 ounce sinkers 8 1/4 ounce sinkers 8 1 1/16th ounce sinkers finger nail clippers 1 6 inch candle cut in half 1 disposable lighter 1 water proof (20) matches in Coleman water proof container 2 bobbers (weighted and regular) 1 spool, 50 pound fishing line (separate in backpack) 1 spool, 8 pound fishing line (separate in backpack)
Sewing kit: 12 small spools of thread thread sewing needle tool 1 package of sewing needles 12 buttons (6 medium, 6 small) 3 large curved sewing needles (repair canvas if need be) 1 spool heavy thread finger nail clipper 1 lighter
First aid in tri-fold bag: Aspirin Burn aid Gauze pads, 4 different sizes, some in food sealed bags, others in zip lock bags Medical tape (2) Band aids 2 suture kits 3 emergency sleeping bags Temp dental cap plaster Oral jel Vicks Cold tablets (from work) Bag of cough drops Tweezers (small & medium) 2 scissors Package of sewing needles Iodine (small bottle in zip lock bag)
Since writing this story back in 2013, I've changed some things in my backpack, but not in the story. The P-38 can openers were changed for P-51's, a slightly larger/thicker version of the P-38. Added super glue to the medical bag. Did test the alcohol using stove (AFTER I started the story) which uses a modified soda pop can with a lot of holes around the top of it and it doesn't work like I thought it would. Read if I use yellow Kleer, it will work better, but haven't done so yet. Same way with the fuel tablet using stove. Have switched to using Sterno fuel cans (2) and stove which works great. The military "U" shaped canteen cup was swapped by a taller metal cup with lid and tried cooking with it on the sterno set and it works great. The rubber lids are used when you open a can of food but don't use all of it. Put the lid on, then put the food in a zip lock bag for just in case. Canvas sheet fits between bag and frame with medical bag strapped to side of backpack.
Guessing the pack weighs about 40 pounds, maybe more, with ammo/canned food/tarp being the weight killers. Add rifle, pistol, magazines, etc., weight goes up. But I can carry all of this. Just haven't strapped the sleeping bags onto the pack as they stay in the company truck all the time. I can't run with this thing...best I can do is a slow jog. Canteens are on top of the pack sides/frame and have practiced a lot in dropping everything but rifle, pistol and magazine bag. One thing I haven't mentioned is that I do carry a folding (3 1/2 inch) knife and small multi-function tool in my vest all the time. I've also worked on noise discipline by jumping up/down and have rearranged things to I don't sound like a herd of milk cows heading for the barn when it gets dark. Which is why the salt/pepper packets are inside the Coleman cooking set...a lot less noise.
After all this writing, think I'm going with Andy doing what he considers a very bad thing to Pamela. Figure it's better to figuratively whale on her a$$ than have her endanger everyone else. So hopefully, I can have another chapter entered this coming weekend. Thank you for reading all of this and your patience. As that lady comedian used to say: any questions, any answers?
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Post by wonderr on Nov 17, 2014 23:51:59 GMT -6
willc453,
Sometimes that is what people need to jar them from their laxadazacle dream life.
Carry On !
Thanks for the great story to..........wonderr
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Post by 223shootersc on Nov 21, 2014 9:27:06 GMT -6
We need you and Andy back on the warpath, thanks for your hard work
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Post by willc453 on Nov 21, 2014 17:13:09 GMT -6
Quick note: got 9 pages written on the next chapter. Thought of some other stuff on the way back from Hayward (as usual), but a co-worker gave me a pretty good flu late last week and it came down to when I got home, went to bed till I HAD TO get ready/go to work. Finally took this Wednesday night/Thursday morning off and feel a lot better. Don't know how many pages you'll get this weekend....think 4 is a good cut off point cuz I hate (as all of you do to) entering a chapter online not able to complete it, but hope to get all 9 in even if they're 2 separate chapters.
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Post by willc453 on Nov 23, 2014 20:06:03 GMT -6
The Layover Chapter 65 Johns Trading Post Woodburn, Oregon August 16th (contd)
After the graves were dug and me searching the house for anything useful, had Pamela tearing up strips out of the bed sheets. Her Mom had a big box of laundry detergent and dish soap which I grabbed and added to the bottles of gas. Thinking of a Molotov/napalm kind of gas bomb against the bikers either when they came back or if we ran into them on our way to Beaverton. Kev came over to see what was going on and said everyone was ready to leave. Some of the people still had bikes, so they got used to carry everyones food while they tried carrying suitcases filled with clothes. Stopped that sh*t real quick. They kept insisting they could carry them until I said fine, but you fall behind, we leave your a$$es behind. They suddenly decided a small case like you'd carry on an airplane would do which was filled mainly with clothes and some personal property like jewelry/photos and that I understood. Had the people grabbing what ever medical supplies not only from their bathrooms, but from the other houses and ended up with a couple of good piles, including some prescription drugs which got divided into several piles for everyone to take with them, including some stuff for me as I had decided I wasn't going back to Beaverton with them. Kept two, 2 liter soda pop bottles filled with water for myself.
One of the things I had some people do was get ladders and put a bunch of them up against the cinder block wall that made this a "enclosed" community. The neighbor guys b*tched and moaned about carrying the bikes over the wall until I told them why we weren't leaving thru either entrance to this place. That shut them up. A bunch of trees were on the other side of the wall, then a street with a lot of regular homes. Told them to haul a$$ if they didn't get an all clear from us after hearing a bunch of gun fire and made a couple more maps of how to get to Beaverton for them.
We did better than expected time wise as far as the bikers were concerned. Heard them as they went by and maybe 30 minutes (?) later, heard them coming to the neighborhood. Got the SAS guys, their wives and all the people to the wall where the ladders were stashed and they started over the wall. We'd of been f*cked if the bikers had come down that street where everyone was going over the wall. Kev kept 5 of his guys and what surprised me was Pamela staying with us. I said you know what's going to happen if they catch you, don't you? She looked really green and said yes, but she was staying to give the others a better chance of escaping. I looked at Kev and says she was always stubborn....she got that from "she who must be obeyed" which I found out later on was Kevs wife, her grandmother. Decided that I'd kill her if things went bad....as in if the trap failed, no chance of escaping and the bikers grabbing her.
The bikers started entering thru the gates and there were 32 of 'em, not that it helped them because the cars were set up in a pattern to where they had to slow down and weave thru them, with them being split up in groups of 2 or 3. Bikers figured out real quick the cars had been moved, but was thinking the people had put tem there to slow them down as they escaped some how....like using the other entrance. Fortunately, another group of them never did come that way. And they were pi$$ed because their bro's had not only been killed, but scalped or beheaded...along with missing colors. And they wanted answers among other things such as they were here to show the women a really good time that they would never forget, then take them back to their camp for everyone else to enjoy. The lead biker adds that any girl that is 12 years or older or even looks old enough, was going to be f*cked right alongside their mother....and kill everyone else.
That's when one of Kevs guys jumps up saying we didn't have anything to do with your friends deaths, it was the Winnebago Indians that did it along with don't shoot, I'm unarmed, we'll give you the rest of our food, just please don't hurt us. And that got the bikers all hyped up and of course, some tried shooting at him while riding the bikes. The other bikers get told by others what just happened and they're all saying it's party time by the Mongols. Think we had about 200 feet of cars strung out, with Kev & his guys hiding behind/under cars/trucks, others on roof tops. Had my bow out along with some extra arrows laying on the ground next to me. Pamela and I are together near the gate and after the last one passed the gate, the three of them took out the front 3 bikers with back/chest shots which blocked those exits for the other bikers to use. I didn't do too well as I shot mine in the a$$! Went to pull back on the string and right arm said f*ck you and only had it half way pulled back when my fingers let go. It wobbled past the biker I was aiming at and he turned to look at in a wtf was that look on his face, then the arrow struck the 2nd biker in front of my target in the a$$. Now, it didn't penetrate deeply, but it sure got his attention....thing was, he was grandstanding by standing upright on his bike and when he got hit in the a$$, he jerked and lost his balance with the other 2 bikers behind him crashing into him/each other.
Said f*ck this sh*t, followed by Pamela/I lighting/tossing our Molotov cocktails at their rear/sides, soon followed by Kevs guys doing the same except in the front, sides and middle. The bikers didn't realize that we had punctured the gas tanks on a lot of the cars/trucks, letting it slowly leak onto the pavement followed by 2 cars with rags soaked in gas and stuffed into the fuel tank opening near the center and front of the lane we had made of cars. All of a sudden, there's flames everywhere with the 8 of us, plus Kevs guys on the roofs, shooting the bikers like crazy. They couldn't stay inside the area of where the cars were at and we had little trouble taking care of those that did try escaping.
How good are these guys....how about no one even being scratched? And already I was thinking the militia could really use people this. Not for fighting, but their knowledge/experience. Told Kev about the Oregon militia and maybe he and his group would be willing to train our people and he said yes. As to Pamela, find out she's a Harry Dresden fan! As I got ready to light my Molotov cocktail, I suddenly remembered her saying by the stars and stones and said to her, this is where we use the magical fire ball spell, tossed my cocktail out and said fuenza! She looked started, but then said the same thing as she tossed hers. And the girl can shoot. Seems she grew up as a tom boy, listening to Kev telling her his war stories and he's called Poppop by her because when he'd shoot someone, he'd shoot them twice, saying pop pop. Thing is, she's kind of a favorite among Kevs friends as they watched her grow up and showed/taught her different things so she was no babe in the woods including using weapons. Out of the 32 bikes, we got 17 useable, the others being damaged/burned up. And a sh*t load of weapons/ammo and some food, though we lost some weapons/ammo/gear on the burned up bikes. The canned goods got spread among Patricias neighbors/Kevs guys. Told Kev to divvy up the bikes as he saw fit, then made another sign for the bikers to read:
Winnebago Indians: 19 Oregon state militia: 13 Beasts: 0
It was done in biker blood on the outside wall of this neighborhood which was called Stoneridge Estates and made sure every one of the bikers colors were taken along with the appropriate scalps and heads. Kev of course, wanted to know who/what the Winnebago Indian tribe bit was about, told him that I was head chief, medicine man and bottle washer/janitor of the Winnebago Indian tribe, and that he, along with the rest of his guys could be honorary Winnebago Indians if they wanted to. I looked at Pamela and said we don't have any girls in our tribe yet, so ya wanna be a Winnebago Indian....I mean, what more could a girl ask for? Kev/her looked at me like I was crazy (kind of getting used to that), then started laughing and went to tell the others. Thing is, Pamela's got a sly tongue on her if that's the right words to use. As in saying she's already seen the chief in his all natural glory and was impressed. Kev thought it was about me doing some of the killing, but Pamela had smiled meaning it in a different way.... not that she was hitting on me in any way.
That's when I took off. Figured they've got enough guns/ammo and even more important, guys who knew how to use 'em. One of the neighborhood ladies told me about the 4 kids who got kidnapped 2 days earlier and decided to look for them. Maybe not the best idea in the world, but looking at my map and figured maybe I could check out Portland not only for the guards families left behind, but there was suppose to be a HS supply cache not too far from here. That is, IF the building still stood and/or wasn't looted. I think what got me to going off on my own was two things: those kids and Jennifer/Patricia. I liked being with April, but some times a man gets tired inside of being alone. I mean, the thing April/I have isn't (wasn't?) the same as I felt that the girls and I had. Didn't want to take a bike because of the noise or even a regular bicycle. Just wanted to be a shadow among shadows. It didn't work out that way.
Thing is, not all these people were liberal a$$holes....a little less than half the kids weren't theirs. I mean, they lived there, but the parents never returned after the emp hit or the beasts got them. Got their names, wrote a note to John, asking him to give a little extra to these people if possible and why, then gave the note to one of Kevs guys. As to the running bikes, was told they were getting stashed because while Kevs guys could ride, the neighborhood people had no idea how to and this was not the time to be learning. They were also going to repair the other bikes and od the same with them after first getting to Beaverton. Made sure I knew where they were going to be stashed as I was thinking if something bad happened, maybe I could get back her and have wheels to really get out of Dodge.
Before all this sh*t hit (bikers in Patricias neighborhood), I was surprised when Kev had Pamela stick with me instead of him or one of his guys, so afterwards, asked why. Says he was worried how she'd react when it came to shooting people and knew that he and his lads would be busy enough dealing with the bikers without trying to make sure she was okay. That he some knew I'd be dead before harm came to her. The other thing was she was rather strong willed and when I said, you mean spoiled and he said yes. You know how it is, being everyones favorite. Thing is, I know he tried getting her to stay with a couple of guys Kev had staying with the neighbors in case things went bad and she refused to go. That's when he/his guys had a private talk and that's how I ended up being with Pamela. Yeah, I was an unknown, but if I tried anything "improper/ ungentleman like", they'd of dealt with me and figure they'd either beat the sh*t out of me or give me a bullet in the back asap.
Had the day pack ready to go and started walking down the street with me staying near any cover. Knew deep down I probably couldn't do anything about the kids. The best I could do was find the camp, get back to Beaverton/Woodburn to pass the word. Besides, the militia was suppose to have taken off the day after we crashed for Portland....then heard Kev call my name. Turn around and there's Kev, Pamela and his 5 guys, with him wanting to know where I was going, so told him. Says going alone, that's not the wisest thing and maybe you'd like some company? I said yeah, but why do you guys want to go? I mean, in a few hours, or a day, you could be back in some sort of civilization. Says this is the first time since things got bollocked up that they've been on equal terms with anyone, meaning being armed/able to defend themselves. They know they're getting old, but the old feelings/excitement are still there and they'd rather die with a gun in their hands, hunting/ killing beasts as I call them instead of dying of old age or being ambushed by beasts. Asked about her, nodding to Pamela and she says she can handle herself. I think I shocked them when I told them that if something bad happens, like we're going to be over run/captured, I'd kill her before that happens. None of the guys were happy with that and Pamela looked really green. Thing is, after all the shooting was done, Pamela had the same reaction to killing the bikers as I did when all of this first began for me....as in throwing up.
After telling Pamela to take a walk (which p*ssed her off), talked with Kev/his guys and they were shocked/p*ssed at what I told them what I wanted to do, but realized it would be for the best, especially if I could scare the living f*ck out of her and make her realize what WOULD happen to her if she was caught by beasts. There's a world of difference between being with a bunch of pros (Kev & company) and suddenly finding yourself being attacked while alone/unexpectedly. Kev kept saying she could handle herself and I reminded him how she started screaming/screeching when the biker yanked her out of the bushes by the hair....where was all the martial arts training you guys are suppose to have given her so she could kick a$$ when something like that did happen? They had no answer to that one and what I liked about them was they made no excuses for it either. All I wanted to do was just get her to go back with the rest of the group going to head for Beaverton instead of coming with us. Figure these guys have seen some pretty nasty sh*t like in Bosnia/Serbia, etc. and KNOW what happens to women in places like there. And right now, America was now just like those places.
Called Pamela over and told her I didn't want her to be with us and why. She got p*ssed, saying she could handle herself as she's already proven herself in dealing with the bikers. I said that's great, but what happens WHEN the unexpected happens and she said she'd deal with it, as Poppop and her "uncles" had trained her very well and I should of remembered how she acted during the shooting. I said yeah, you did good, but.... She asks, but what? Thing is, she's got that English accent and I've always thought it sexier than sh*t. Like a normal conversation from her was like her saying let's f*ck. I said all you had was a small taste of what would of happened to you if Keith/I hadn't been there to save your a$$. Says Kev/his guys would of saved her and told her no, they wouldn't of been able to....not with just bows and knives. The bikers would have been doing 2 things: shooting the f*ck out of every tree/bush while also making sure they took your pretty little a$$ back to their camp for "entertainment". And if your grandfather and any of his guys were found alive after being shot, the bikers would of enjoyed killing them for killing their "bro's". Of course, her attitude was Kev/the guys were "veddy, veddy, bloody good. I turned to Kev and he nodded sadly, knowing she really needed this lesson. I think he was two ways about this....one he wanted her to kick my a$$ so he would know he/they had trained her well. The other was that she'd lose, leave and be safe with the others. Then Pamela says she wants more than my permission to go with us when (?!) she kicks my a$$, she wanted my bow?! Mother f*cking, conniving b*tch. Her attitude was she saw how I couldn't use it properly while she, Kev and her guys could. So Kev agreed to take my compound bow/arrows if she kicked my a$$, other wise she left with the others. Thing is, I knew he'd keep the bow/arrows if I did lose, so I had a lot to lose myself. I mean, how could/would I explain to April how I lost them? Worse yet, she'd of proven herself and God knows what would happen to her if she was caught a 2nd time by beasts.
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Post by willc453 on Nov 27, 2014 23:05:31 GMT -6
The Layover Chapter 66 Johns Trading Post Woodburn, Oregon August 16th (contd)
Of course, she was anxious/ready to prove herself and soon as she agreed to the terms, I hit her in the stomach as hard as possible, something she wasn't expecting. She bent over, trying to get her breath back, but I cut her no slack. Turned her around and slammed into/onto a cars hood, grabbed both of her arms so they were behind her back and held them with my left arm. With my full body weight against her AND her arms held behind her, there was no way she was going to break free. I said my name is Biker Bob and look boys, we done found some prime pussy. She's mad and trying to break free, calling me a filthy, underhanded, sneaky bastard, she should of expected something like this from an American. Told her that if Keith and I hadn't been there, if Kev was lucky, he'd be dead already and when she asked why, told her he wouldn't be watching what I was only going to talk about. Well, she's struggling and I said, godd*mn boys, this b*tch really wants some c*ck....look at the way she's rubbing her a$$ against me! As soon as she heard that, she quit struggling....at least for a bit. Said as Biker Bob, boys, she's a little over dressed for the occasion, think you can get her ready and told this is when I told her there would be 6-8 hands on her body, ripping her clothes off of her while also fondling her t*ts, a$$, etc. Biker Bob would stick his hand between her legs to fondle her pu$$y and I shoved her legs apart and she really screeched at that, but still wasn't able to break free. But this time, I shoved my right hand between her legs and squeezed her there a couple of times. Said, godd*mn boys, she's not only prime p*ssy, I think she's VIRGIN P*SSY and of course, told Pamela she could "hear" the bikers shouting their delight at such a discovery. Of course, Biker Bob would declare himself as first rider, something I made up on the spot. Asked her if she knew what first rider meant and when she said no, this means Biker Bob is the first one to f*ck your p*ssy, f*cker your a$$hole and f*ck you in the mouth. And of course, after he's done with your p*ssy, he'll let the next biker ram his c*ck up your p*ssy....then the next, then the next, etc. Now let's say Kev & his guys were able to kill half of the bikers before being killed themselves. Ever imagine what it would be like to have EIGHT C*CKS, one after the other being jammed into your p*ssy? She's trying to break free and even kick me, so grabbed her by her hair and slammed her head against the hood of the car a couple of times, I said fight all you want b*tch, but you're giving me and my 7 bro's a good, hard ride. She was kind of dazed from being slammed, so took the time to get rid of her .45's. The Uzi wasn't a worry as she thought we'd be fighting hand to hand and had layed it on the hood of the car and one sweep of my right hand, took care of that. Outstanding sets of t*ts honey and then squeezed them to where it was painful for her and with my right hand in her hair, started licking her neck and jaw telling her I couldn't wait until my c*ck was in her mouth....and I'm sure all the other bro's felt the same way. And by the way, maybe you're trying to do a little screaming as c*ck after c*ck is being jammed into you, but you won't make much sound because I'm sure one or more of the bikers will be doing their best to kiss/stick their tongue into your mouth along with sucking/fondling/squeezing those nice big t*tties and nipples of yours. How many times can you take a mans c*ck honey? With 8 guys, you'd be raped TWENTY FOUR times, one for each hole. And who knows, maybe you're still conscious so they'd shove you onto your hands and knees and while one f*cks you from behind, another had his c*ck in your mouth and you're trying not to choke on it and all the semen coming out of their c*cks. And hopefully, Kev's dead instead of slowly dying seeing the granddaughter he loves very much having her clothes ripped off of her and screaming as she's repeatedly raped and he can't do anything about it.
Told her I don't think you can make it out here with Kev, his guys and me....that if something threatened you, we'd be dying trying to keep you safe. If you had your sh*t together, you'd of been at least trying to kick that bikers a$$ instead of scream no, don't/ let me go, please....beasts LOVE hearing their female victims scream/beg for mercy/kindness. All it does is arouse them into even greater depravity. Then slammed her head against the car hood a couple of times again and then really pushed up on her arms so she did scream in pain and released her. I turned to Kev/his guys and told them to get out of my way and ran right thru them, almost knocking Kev off his feet. As I ran up to a tree, pulled the gurkha out and started chopping at the tree, screaming f*ck you, die mother f*cker, die as I was "seeing" the things I had done to Pamela actually happening to her with Kev, his guys and me dead/dying in trying to keep her safe. That tree represented the beasts that have done this to other women and would do to her in a heart beat. Didn't stop until my chest was really hurting and even so, still wanted to chop the f*ck out of that tree. And the thing is, felt like a scum bag/beast myself for putting my hands on her like I did and saying the things I did. The only thing I could think of was to give her just a taste of what it would be like and something that wasn't all verbal.
Kev didn't like that I did what I did....that is, actually fondling his granddaughter, but he/the others had been warned....I think they just didn't expect me to do as much as I did to her. A couple of his guys came up and told him that I was rough and crude even by American standards, but some lessons needed to be taught physically and to remember what they went thru to become SAS and the lessons they learned the hard way while on ops. Find out that they actually stopped Kev from interfering from what I was doing. Kev was still p*ssed, but I think he understood and then I see Pamela walking up and she's got blood in her eyes, meaning she wants pay back, but 2 of Kevs guys stopped her. I told her you agreed to fight me, remember? When she said yes, but didn't realize it was going to start right then and there, told her you HAVE TO be ready fight any time, any where and that means even if you're taking a sh*t or p*ss. Told them how we first met Stella and what she went thru, then later with what she/Lisa went thru. Then what we found at The Farm and later on, a little bit of what was at Canby. I actually think I shocked them more with those stories than what I did to Pamela. And as for her, told her if she was still interested in joining the militia, she's be welcome, but not here, not with me/Kev/his guys. Then she started crying and that did p*ss me off. That's when I slapped her and wasn't gentle about it. Told her to knock that sh*t off....to suck it up and deal with it. Life's unfair and instead of learning from what I just put you thru, you want to f*cking cry?! That's when Kev knocked me on my a$$ and started to beat the f*ck out of me, but his buds grabbed him.
After I got up (his guys still holding him), I said listen to me you lime sucking mother f*cker, your granddaughter's f*cked up several times and you're STILL defending her? I just told her she had to be ready to fight any time, any where and what does she do? Cries like a f*cking new born babe wanting a t*t to suck on and THEN I'm able to slap her without her even attempting to defend herself?! You guys (meaning SAS) are suppose to be good and you're suppose to have trained her? For what, crying when things go bad? She got caught in the bush and you all KNOW what would of happened if Keith/I hadn't been there. If she's suppose to be so good, why in the f*ck was she so close to the road....so close that she was spotted and grabbed by the biker? If she's so well trained, why didn't she kick that bikers a$$ and at least attempt to run away? If she's so well trained, how was I able to kick her a$$ and give a basic fondling of her body? And he/his guys just stood there and I could see them thinking of the same things now that I had brought it up. And thing is, I saw them change....they were some cold eyed, hard a$$ looking mother f*ckers looking at Pamela. No longer was she a favorite, but someone who had let them down after the training they had given her. Kev asked her why she was so close to the road when he told her she wasn't to have gone any closer to the road and what happened to the training they all had given her when it came to unarmed combat? Pamela said she couldn't hear what we (Patricia's neighbors/I) were saying, so decided to get closer to hear better. She thought of breaking cover when she heard the bikers, but decided she was under good enough cover that no one would see her. I was shocked when Kev walked up to her and slapped her one time, knocking her to the ground. Says in our line of work, we work as a team, with each member KNOWING what the other is doing and NOT going off on their own without good reason. As Andrew pointed out, we and quite possibly the entire group would have been killed by the bikers if they thought there were more in the park. And that would include the ladies in our party being raped/killed...simply because you could not contain yourself with any kind of discipline. As to why she didn't fight back, she was honest....said it was no excuse, but she never expected to be seen/caught like that and all the training she'd been given simply left her. Said she was sorry and she was ready to head for Beaverton with the rest of the party.
Asked her if she had learned anything from me and Kev and said she had. That everything was entirely different down here among the cities instead of walking the back roads of Oregon. Took my pack off and went over to a grassy area and told her to follow me and of course, Kev/his guys followed. Told her if she could kick my a$$, she could still come with us, if not, she was going to Beaverton. She of course, quickly agree after I told her no killing/crippling blows either. I didn't know what she knew and wanted this fight to be safe as possible as my leg/arm were a bit f*cked up and if they got worse, I'd have to go to Beaverton. First off, thought I had some distance between us and b*tch got sneaky....get a partial kick in the stomach, enough to hurt and me falling down, but then gave her a leg in her stomach when she got too close/careless. She backs up and waits for me to get up, then gives a little hop/skip/twirls her body and next thing I know, she's coming right at me in the air with her legs! Now I'm down with her thighs around my neck and she's trying to squeeze it as much as possible. Know what's coming next, so threw my arms over my face so she can't go for simulated nose/throat attacks and then turned my head and bit the f*ck out of her right thigh close as possible to her crotch! False teeth or not, she quickly let go of me and we both stood a little bit apart catching our breaths. Tells me I'm nasty and I told her yeah, but I'm good at it. Went at it a few more times and yeah, in the end, she beat me. I think even if my arm/leg were in good shape, she'd of still done it. I was thinking before we started fighting, I liked her admitting she f*cked up, why and then accepting the consequences of it, as in being sent to Beaverton. Walked over to where her guns were at and gave them to her and asked her if she was still interested in being the first woman in the Winnebago Indian tribe....and we have cookies. Ripped one of the sheets I was going to use on my knee and had her blow her nose....didn't make any brownie points when I told her she looked like sh*t, then used another one with some of my water to wash her face with.
Kev/his guys watched us fight in silence and I know they were rooting for her as I'd be too if I was them. That's when I told them we weren't going to be alone in Portland. As in having at least 800 of the Oregon militia there to clean house. Oh yeah, that got their attention and Pamela wanted to know why didn't I say something earlier about this? Said I didn't know you people at all, didn't know that any of you would be going with me to begin with, so you had no need to know. Also, in the beginning, I didn't want you with us after Kev and his guys said they'd go with me. Anyway, they all decided to become members of the Winnebago Indian tribe and I passed out the spare garrotes I had made out of the piano wire and wooden spools awhile back. They looked them over and Kev said would I mind if he showed me how to make them better? I said hell no. With my multi-tool, they got modified a little bit. The way I had done them, there was the chance of the wire coming out of the spool. Some times I just can't help myself....that's when I asked them if they'd like to see my balls. Should of seen the expressions on their faces. Then pulled the bolo out for them to look over. Kev & company wanted to know what else I had with me and how did I come up with this. Told them about being a history buff and that I also had a bunch of caltrops being made in Woodburn.
-------------------------------------- Okay....started working on chapter 67 late last week. Was thinking of one thing, but as normal, came up with something different on the way back from Hayward. Not sure how it's going to work out yet and if need be, will just dump what I've written so far and go back to my original idea.
Still feel kind of icky/sick inside at the idea of what Andy did to Pamela. Remember how happy he was to just be hold Jennifer/Patricia's hands not so long ago and then he does something like this to a woman? It was one thing when he/Janet talked about what to expect at The Farm, but this..... But he also realized that if he emotionally brutalized her and broke her then and there, it would be for the best for everyone. He knows some can fight, others can't...like Jennifer/Patricia. But Pamela could train others in what she knows in the militia. Figured after being slapped by Andy AND her grandfather, she really did start sucking it up which is why Andy gave her a 2nd chance.
Don't know when 67 will be entered here. Taking off for Florida on Dec. 19th to see Dad, brother and his family and returning the 29th. Think it's the first time I had Christmas with Dad since I was 17 and he's now 88.... But I can always use his pc to work on the story and submit it when I get back home. Hope you enjoyed this chapter.
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Post by kaijafon on Nov 28, 2014 16:01:43 GMT -6
Thank you. some HARD stuff in there but I can understand the reasoning. It is BAD to go out in that type of world with a false sense of what one's self can do. Also, in a group, it will be VITAL to know where and what each member is and doing.
So while harsh... I can see it being true.
thanks again!
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Post by willc453 on Dec 15, 2014 23:00:26 GMT -6
The Layover Chapter 67 Woodburn, Oregon Johns Trading Post August 16th (contd)
After we got our stuff together, I got to looking at Pamela and without thinking (again), told her we need to get you out of those clothes. Everyone stops and looks at me and I explained, look at her. They didn't see what I saw, so explained that anyone seeing her would realize right off the bat she's a woman with LOTS of EXCITING buldges and curves, so she's going to attract a lot of unwanted attention even if she's in the middle of our group. Said we need to hit the homes for looser clothing for her and everyone agreed. We had just gotten to the first home when I had my boink and all I could think of was: oh f*ck. I shouted to everyone haul a$$ and follow me with me running as fast as I could, not that anyone had any trouble following me. They wanted to know what was going on, what happened to getting larger clothes for Pamela? I said it's the fires....first from the plane and then our little trap. I got the feeling the entire f*cking gang is headed this way! Said it's only been a couple of hours since this sh*t started with us crashing the airplane....and NONE of the bikers have returned? THAT got them to moving, but then asking why back to this neighborhood? Said the homes will give us cover and we're headed for the ladders everyone went over earlier....then we heard the sounds of a lot of motorcycles and no doubt in my mind, the cars/trucks they had running would also be with them. Get to the 4 ladders with me and Kev being the last to go over till I stopped him. Said if they go looking, they'll see the footprints/ladders and then we're really screwed. So the 2 of us pulled them over and dropped them on the other side of the wall where they'd be hid by the bushes/trees. Had a hard time getting the last ladder over, but then Kev leaned one of the ladders against the wall and helped me get mine over, then down we both went to the other side.
Christ, just from what I could quickly see from the ladder, there must be 100+ of those bikers alone, add at least a dozen or two cars/trucks/vans and they were NOT happy campers because at first, it got all quiet....I mean, they even shut off their motors and knew they were looking at the sign I had posted and the heads I had cut off which were left at the entrance of this place. Then it was one ugly roar/scream from I don't know how many people. Someone had a bullhorn (battery operated?) and said some were to hit the other entrance, they may be trying to escape thru there. Anyone found, DO NOT kill them. We'll show them Winnebago Indians and Oregon militia what terror/pain REALLY means and the crowd roared again.
We're huddled under the bushes and not really sure what to do....stay or flee. If we stay and seen, we're f*cked. If we flee and seen, we're f*cked. I could hear the beasts trashing homes, then started smelling fire....they were setting the homes on fire! Since it hadn't rained in I don't know how long, everything was dry and that decided it for us because if the embers blew over the wall, they could catch the bushes/trees on fire. So we hauled a$$ for the homes across the street...and f*ck me, here come 8 bikers down the street headed right for us! Didn't hesitate, but started firing with Kev and everyone else doing the same. We chopped them up and that's when I ran towards the bikes telling everyone to grab one. Problem was, 3 of the bikes gas tanks got ruptured, leaving us 5 and there's 8 of us. The Levitch brothers double up on one bike, Kev on another, Crockett on another, me/Pamela on one, Alphonse/Alfred doubling up on theirs. Of course, Pamela didn't know how to ride one and Kev had her go with me and for what ever reason, I was leading them. Told everyone to grab what weapons/saddle bags from the other bikes we could and hauled a$$ down the nearest side street. Christ, it's been what, 35 years since I've ridden one of these things? And this Harley was a lot f*cking bigger/powerful than the Honda 360 I had at one time. This is when one of the guys calls out we've got company and soon we're being chased by 9 more beasts. The only thing that helped us was I had no idea what street to take, so we did gain some time/ distance, but realized all it would take is hitting a dead alley/dead end street and we're f*cked..... then 2 of the bikes died from lack of fuel! Apparently, the fuel tanks/lines had taken a hit when they hit the ground and we simply didn't realize it.
That's when I saw the AT&T telephone truck with a large cable reel on the back of it. Had everyone hide the bikes behind cars that had pulled over when everything went dead and then explained what I wanted us to do. Alfred took care of getting the ignition busted on a rice burner across the street while I/Pamela started dragging the cable across the street, then tied it to the front axle of the truck. Pamela sat in the truck, ready to hit the brake when we told her to....and it worked. F*ck me, it really worked. When Kev gave the signal, Alfred/I pushed the truck backwards, raising the cable so it was about 2 feet off the ground and with the bikers hauling a$$ trying to catch up with us, they didn't have time/room to stop/go around and hit the cable like the French Resistance used to do to the Nazi's during WW 2. But instead of cutting off their heads, they went a$$ over tea kettle because Pamela had hit the brake and Kev had blocked the cable reel so no more cable would be unwound. Then it was a bunch of quick shooting of beasts, grabbed ammo and their saddle bags and got 3 running bikes out of the deal. Got the bikes over the cable, then raised it again which was a good thing because we could hear more bikes headed our way.
Thing is, I had us heading south and think it was subconscious on my part and once I realized what we were doing, I headed us west. Kev (and the others) wanted to know why west instead of south towards Beaverton/safety. Told him we got a large party ON FOOT headed south and last thing we want to do is even be near them for what if the bikers take a different route and find them? Thing is, we had a run with the bikers chasing us, but after ambushing them 3 times, they decided to call it a day. It was starting to get late and we needed a place to hole up in. Found a 3 story office building and after checking it out, decided to make camp there for the night. Thought of continuing to the emergency HS supply depot, but figured to take a break/rest while we could, get something to eat....and if we weren't moving, the bikers couldn't maybe see/hear us. Bikes went inside the building and of course, started scrounging around, but not coming up with much. Pamela got the only 2 rolls of toilet paper I found, while the rest of us got phone books. There was some water in the toilet bowls, so everyone was able to take a dump (3 per toilet) before flushing it. Talked with Kev about hitting the HS place and maybe trying to find some of the national guard peoples homes. He wasn't enthused about it, realized that IF there was anything at the HS place, we'd be better off supply wise and what I think really turned the trick was being reminded of 800 militia hitting Portland tomorrow and THAT would keep the bikers/gangs busy.
---------------------- Okay, not much of a chapter (2 1/2 pages)but wanted to give everyone something to read as I'm leaving for Florida this week AND it's suppose to snow the next couple of days over Donner....and chains are required to get over it tonight and that means a long work day for me and didn't know if I'd have time/interest in adding to this chapter. So next chapter won't be until late December, some time early January. The cable trick was used by the French Resistance during WW 2, but they would use a wire that cut off more than one Nazi head. Take a look at some of the photos of American jeeps and you'll see a "L" shape piece of angle iron with a notch near the top of it, with the angle iron welded to the front bumper. The Nazi's did it too. Thanks again for reading. ------------------------------------- Dec. 30th It's 02:30 and been home for about an hour. When I left here (the 19th) took my vest (and hat, of course ) with me because I knew it would be cold when I got back....and it was. Along with a slight dusting of snow on the roads. Forgot to add in my original note that a rice burner to me is a car/truck made in Japan even though I know they also make 'em here in the states. Couldn't hack it in Florida .....ideas kept coming to me on both of my stories and last thing I wanted to do was start writing everything out by hand. Long story, short: bought another laptop while there via Craigslist. Got almost 3 pages done on each story, so give me a week or two to get settled in having to work for a living and hopefully I can get back to doing at least 6 pages per chapter. And Happy New Year to everyone!
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Post by 223shootersc on Dec 16, 2014 10:10:01 GMT -6
thanks for the new pages, good luck on the driving and Merry Christmas
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Post by willc453 on Jan 16, 2015 19:02:30 GMT -6
The Layover Chapter 68 Woodburn, Oregon August 16th (contd)
First thing was checking out all 3 floors of the building (Kev & company said it was only 2 for some reason), as we didn't know if it was empty or not. It wasn't, so everyone started searching for anything of value. Got some phone books, 3 half rolls of toilet paper (Pamela got 'em all), me taking some of the notebooks/pens/pencils that were scattered around in the various offices. In the janitorial closet, found 3 unopened bags of cleaning rags and everyone kind of looked at me because I was so happy when I brought them out until explaining we could use them as a$$ wipe and by using a 5 gallon bucket, water, soap and a toilet plunger, clean/be able to reuse the rags so we ended up taking along with us, what liquid soap there was from the wall containers and janitors closet. Made sure I didn't miss anything by not only checking every drawer, but also pulled out the bottom drawer and got rewarded with several packets of co0okies, mints, chewing gum (some where opened, but took anyway), 3 tins of sardines and best of all, 2 unopened packages of Red Man pipe tobacco along with 2 pipes that were in one of the drawers. The others hadn't really found much till I told them about pulling all files from a drawer if need be and then pulling out the bottom drawer of each desk and then they started coming up with some goodies. Maybe not much, but we were better off than before, but not so much we couldn't take it with us, with all of this stuff going into some office trash can bags. While all of us found some makeup, I kept what I found for April, while Pamela got what the guys found. Since the guys knew how to make snares (and possible future garrotes), had a couple of 'em ripping out the electrical wiring from the walls with my multi-tool being used as a wire cutter.
Thing is, the toilets worked at least once, from the water still in the pipes in the building AND there were 6 of those 5 gallon water office cooler things ranging from almost full to almost empty, so didn't have to use any of our water. It was decided that it would be safe enough to heat some of the canned food, with us breaking a couple of wooden chairs in a break room and after turning over a couple of metal trash cans, started a small, smokeless fire on top of them inside the building. A warm meal kind of cheered everyone up. It was decided that Kev/his guys would have one on watch for the bikes, while another would stand watch outside the stairwell. I got exempt from it because I was just getting pretty much beat and the others could see it. Sorry state of affairs when guys 10+ years older than me can out perform me. Worried if I sat down, I might fall asleep within seconds, but needed some kind of rest. I mean, between surviving an airplane crash and 3 gunfights, f*ck....
Was thinking I'd try to get to the roof to see what was around us while there was still enough day light when suddenly have Pamela looming over me like some vulture that's impatient for something to die. Of course, being below her, I did have a nice look at he t*ts, but then she had her arms under 'em, kind of uplifting them, making them stand out a bit more. I dunno, maybe I'm some sort of sex fiend....I mean, April/I are doing it a couple of times every night and I'm admiring Pamelas t*ts? Wonder if women ever eyeball some guys crotch and wonder....Well, she caught me looking and kneels a little bit away from me and tells me it's ungentlemanly to star at a womans breasts like that and I told her that as far as I concerned, she should stick a miniature English flag on a stick between the 2 of 'em and every man, English or not, would immediately start singing Rule Britannia or what ever Englands anthem is....or maybe declare they're now declared Britains highest peaks or another newly found national treasures. In fact, they reminded me of a set of mountains here in America called the Grand Tetons. She basically said I was horrible and wanted to talk about something serious at which point I said I was being serious earlier....and she just kind of looked at me and that made me kind of nervous. Kind of like a very hungry, skinny owl eyeing a very fat mouse with no idea that the owl was eyeballing it. Oh yeah, tells me they usually play God Save The Queen, one I haven't heard before....I mean, being played or the lyrics to.
She wanted to know where her cookies were for joining the Winnebago Indian tribe as I had said we (meaning me) , had cookies. I said wait a minute, if you remember, none of you, ESPECIALLY YOU, ever said you'd join the tribe. Boy, did that get her dander up and started calling me all sorts of names including something about being the illegitimate offspring of a lord. I said don't know why you're upset, after all, do you think I have cases of cookies to pass to every little pretty girl who wants to join the tribe? And guess I couldn't hide it in my voice too well as I asked her, if you're than unhappy, does that mean you don't want to join the tribe? She said no, she'd still join, but she did expect cookies some time soon at which time I held up the 2 small packets of Oreo cookies to her....which she quickly had in her hands. I said right now, you're the only woman in the tribe, so when something extra special comes around, you get it and held up half a Hersheys chocolate bar. Christ, that thing was gone so quick from my hands which kind of reminded me of the girls/Abbey that time....and kind of sad about in remembering it. Of course, none of the guys wanted any cookies. But was kind of hurt when she said she'd seen me palm what she believed were cookies, but hadn't said anything to anyone....like I was going to keep what ever I found for myself. I told her no, that wasn't my way. Had planned on passing them (the cookies) out after everyone had eaten as a surprise. As to the chocolate bar, I had a lady friend at which time she did offer the chocolate bar back, but agreed to take only half of it at my suggestion. Not that it took much effort on my part for her to agree to this. Of course, the cookies/Hershey were a little old/stale, but what the h*ll. Just wish I had some tea bags as I heard Brits are big on tea.
After finding the entrance to the roof, pulled out my pipe and lit 'er up. Pamela was with me and staring at me till I asked her what was wrong now. Said Kev and 3 of the others also smoked a pipe, but since things went "horribly c*cked up'....which was enough for me. Took what I figure was 3 pipe full of tobacco from one of the pouches into my pouch and gave her the 2 pouches along with the 2 pipes. Told her I didn't know that any of them smoked, other wise they'd of gotten it earlier. That's when she said she believed me not only about the tobacco, but the cookies and Hershey bar. She hurried back to the guys and right after that, Kev came up and started puffing away with me. He didn't say thanks, but nodded at me and knew that it was his (English) way of saying thanks. When Pamela came back, she said she didn't mean to be disrespectful in any way and she knew there were a lot of Native American tribes in the U.S., but she didn't know the Winnebago Indian tribe made RV's (2 of their RV's being Winnebagos) until they came here, met me and I wasn't quite the type she imagined being Native American! Started laughing and she was blushing, thinking I was laughing at her ignorance about "Native American" tribes. Explained that it was something I had made up on the spur of the moment along with the Oregon state militia, which just kind of grew into a thing of its own. Yeah, they just stared at me with me telling Pamela that it was unlady like to stare at a man like that with me thrusting out my chest and she laughed, knowing what I meant. Kev had no idea what we were talking about or why she was laughing.
This is when Kev started asking about my background. Was kind of surprised and said so because from what I understand, the British are kind of stuck up (I used the word reserved) until you've known each other for awhile. His reply was things aren't the way they were before and not going to be for awhile. But then with us (except Pamela), all of us are ex G.I.'s, we tend to cut thru the bs kind of quick. This is when I asked him if he realized that all of them were going to die here in America, which startled them until I clarified my statement that with the emp hitting all the electronics, it would probably be decades (if ever in our life time) before jet airliners would be flying again, even if it was only down to 10% of what it used to be. Even with props, there weren't that many that could make the flight to anywhere in Europe from here, even if they refueled in Greenland or Iceland. And who knows how those people are doing. We both know that if/when props start flying, the govt.'s going to be busy grabbing/using them and screw the common man. Then told him about Luthor and his attitude about people vs Homeland Security. While martial law would be in effect for a long time, got the feeling before too long that the military would be put back under civilian control, but no idea who'd be put in charge of everything except maybe the different state governors and the Oregon one seemed kind of wishy washy to me from what I had heard. Repeated they'd welcomed in Sheridan/The Farms/militia and I wondered if any of his guys knew anything about farming and more than one did, having grown up on them. Said they wouldn't be the only geezers in Sheridan as there was Top and the other retired G.I.'s in Jennifers/Patricias complex. He kind of growled, saying geezer or not, he could still kick my knickers around the block and I said no doubt.
While talking, was looking around when I saw an appliance/auto parts store just a couple of streets over and that got me to thinking if it was possible...I mean, if the oil filters/parts were there, it would give us one hellacious advantage in some situations, so decided to check it out. Not only that, pass the word to the militia. Asked if he and one of his guys would like to go for a walk and he asked why/where, I told him. Neither believed it was possible till I told him I had a bunch of them made up for my rifles/pistols at home and they work just fine. That's when I remembered Dwayne refused to go shooting with me when I brought/used them that one time and yeah, I wanted to see his expression when he saw what I had made. He'd go shooting but only if I left my goodies behind. Little t*rd about had a sh*t fit when he realized how good they worked, saying I was violating federal law, needed a FFL, etc. and wondered if he/the others were using any of them now. Kev kind of put it delicately by saying weren't these "elicit" which made me kind of snicker inside because I was thinking the only time people used that kind of word was when married people were having an affair. I said only if caught and the way things are now, the feds are the last worry on my mind. Besides, wasn't it rather "elicit" for a bunch of us to sneak aboard that ship in the Boston harbor not too long ago and start tossing out boxes of tea when England wanted to tax us, but give us no representation? Kev said My God, it's no wonder you Americans are considered by so many all over the world in being ingenious, unpredictable, dangerous AND cheeky.....and was there anything else I was thinking of making? Told him about making a crude form of cyanide gas years ago and trying to remember how to make high explosives out of dried battery acid. More staring. Told them I had only glanced at the book named The Poor Mans James Bond and it had a lot of good ideas too....who knows, maybe look around at different books stores and find a copy? But the book's something like 20+ years old now? Made me feel kind of sorry for the English....you know, it being such a nanny state that would DEMAND that it took care of you from cradle to grave, even if you didn't want it to. F*ck that sh*t. If I succeed or fail, let me do it on my own.
Alfred Hawthorne Hill went with us and I had to smile at his first name, though not sure if his middle name is a middle name or one of those having two family name things. He asked what I was smiling about when we first introduced ourselves and told him about Alfred/Batman and did he know the way to the Batcave? He didn't think it was funny. And he's called Alfred, not Al.....kind of like Reginald.
One thing about looters....when there's no power, last thing they're going to be doing is looting washers/dryers...or nuts/ bolts/washers/etc., especially when no one's got a running vehicle. Wasn't sure what size bolt/nut thing I needed, so just kind of eyeballed on what we might be able to use and of course, took every one of 'em. Oil filters....another thing people don't think of looting unless of course they know the type their vehicle uses. Got lucky in getting 14 of the Fram filters needed and 2 dozen of the smaller ones because we did have pistols. Went back to the roof top and problem was I needed an adjustable wrench as my multi-tool simply wasn't going to make it getting the muzzle flash off and was beginning to get p*ssed in being frustrated before even finding out whether the parts would fit/work. Kev asked what was wrong, told him and of course, didn't think of looking in the 2 stores for tools. He ends up pulling out a small tool set from his pack, saying it came from their bonnet (rental car trunk), knowing that hand tools just might come in handy. So while Kev held my rifle, got the muzzle flash off and then started checking the not/bolt things...and we got 9 that would fit the AR's AND the oil filters. AT least they were enough of the Fram type I needed. The others had been told by Kev what I had brought back and why....and of course, they wanted to see if I was full of sh*t, to put it politely.
After firing the first shot, everyone was amazed at the silence of the other shots from my home built silencer and they quickly got the bolt/nut things to modify their own rifles. We were even able to alter a Ruger 22LR pistol and several of the Glock 9mm's which were so silent, the only thing heard was the slide thing opening/closing as the shot was fired. Of course, the rifles were only good close up as the filter blocked off part of the manual sights....and wondered what some regular glass sights and those riser things would cost food/supply wise when we got back to town. I figured these guys would be better off having silenced pistols than me, so my 9 went unmodified. After all, I always thought special forces used them all the time. Noticed the guys doing watch duty kept their silencers on, while the others removed theirs as it wasn't something they could just fit in their pockets with the oil can on 'em.
When it got dark, went back to the roof and was surprised at the number of open fires that were visible around town, even in some of the buildings and wondered if they were apartment complexes with fireplaces. Thing is, about 3 miles away (guessing distance wise), saw a couple of BIG bonfires along with some smaller ones around them and some how I KNEW this had to be the band of beasts that had been trying to catch us earlier and thought I heard a scream....and knew I had to check it out. Thing is, didn't want the others with me and I still don't know why. I have to be honest with myself....am I trying to distance myself from everyone because I'd like to leave Oregon? You know, because of the girls? And maybe thinking because they kicked me to the curb, April will eventually too? Ended up taking Kev, Alfred and Alphonse (Al) d'Abruzzo who said his family came from France....it was either leave or lose their heads to the guillotine during the French revolution.
Started walking and before too long, could see the smaller fires which were a bit spread out. We made a circuit of what the beasts had and Jesus, the amount of old cars/trucks they had, including some old semi that was hauling a gas tanker which explained how they were able to move around so much. Could see they had some lights being run by generators and figured that's where the head beasts would be living. And with a generator and a pump, they could be sucking fuel out of what ever gas stations that might have unbroken gas tanks. Thing is, none of them had any organization. Got the feeling that when they called it a night, they just stopped where ever, set up their gear and started their fires for cooking....and of course, for that evenings "entertainment". It also got me to thinking how much sh*t they had in way of supplies. I mean, a couple of hundred people eat a lot of food in 1 day alone and how many were beasts vs captives? Kev & the guys didn't like this set up at all and all were for going back to the others. I said okay, so they turned around to head back, while I started heading for a partially collapsed building that had a small fire going inside it and could see movement of some kind inside it.
They came back to me, wanting to know what I was doing. Said I wasn't going to leave anybody in the hands of these beasts if I could help it. They thought/said I was crazy and I said what if Pamela or the wives were there, would you still think that? Their point was they weren't there AND we were out numbered. I said I hadn't planned on taking on all of 'em, but maybe we can rescue a few people and kill a few beasts. Maybe have them thinking/believing there is no safe place for them. Thing is, how much do they have in the way supplies and they didn't understand till I explained that what if they are or starting to get low on supplies and have to spread over a wider area? Like Beaverton, etc.? Told them the guard was holding its own right now, but there's no way Beaverton could hold up to an organized attack and after it fell with its supplies of guns, food, etc., they just might be thinking to hit everything south of here because they have no where else to go for supplies of any kind. That's when I heard 2 women screaming, so I turned and walked away from them without looking back. Truth is, was kind of bothered by them not even wanting to help free people from these beasts, especially after hearing a couple of women screaming with them KNOWING what was happening to them.
----------------------------------------------------- With Andy being as busy as he has been, it's taken him awhile to remember things he had done/was doing before all of this stuff started happening. Be careful of The Poor Mans James Bond books.....heard the author lost a couple of fingers in trying to make some of his "creations". There's a lot of information on the internet, it just depends on how you word your search info. And YouTube has a lot of stuff on it other than music/military videos.
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Post by kaijafon on Jan 16, 2015 21:11:19 GMT -6
LOL! that was great! thanks!
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Post by ss1442 on Jan 18, 2015 11:03:38 GMT -6
Yea, Andy is back! Thanks for keeping this going.
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Post by willc453 on Feb 8, 2015 17:27:44 GMT -6
The Layover Chapter 69 Woodburn, Oregon Johns Trading Post August 16th Friday (contd)
Worked my way to the damaged building where a wall had partially collapsed outwards and could see 2 guys standing by the fire which was stupid because they had no night vision. Beyond them, could see at least a dozen bodies, that ended up being all women, with some sniffling/sobbing quietly. One of the beasts said you b*tches better shut that sh*t hole of yours before I lay this chain on you again and they got quiet real quick. Got within maybe 30 feet when one of them saw me, but it was too late as I fired about 10-12 rounds at the 2 of them, with one of them falling into the fire. Then a 3rd guy rose from one of the women he'd been f*cking and started to shout and he got 8-9 rounds. With this silencer, it was quiet, but still made a lot of noise because the sound of the shot echoing inside the damaged building. Some beasts called out what the f*ck was happening/who was doing the shooting and I called out that I thought I had seen something, like maybe it was a grizzly bear or wolf. Was told I was an a$$hole/city slicker from L.A., there were no grizzly bears or wolves in Oregon and I replied f*ck you, if I wanted to see wildlife, I'd go to the f*cking zoo or watch it on tv and I'm tired of f*cking these same b*tches. Got any new ones I can f*ck? Told to f*ck off. Yanked the beast off the fire and after making sure it was going to stay out, worked my way to the women. Told them not to make a sound, that I was here to help/ free them. Christ, there were 18 women and 9 kids ranging from 11 to 13 and that's not counting 2 women that had died earlier, beat to death as an example to the others who were tossed in a room. Had the feeling this was going to be a Canby all over again and in a way, I was right.
Got caught with my pants down as that's when a beast called out to say, here's some new pu$$y for ya, watta ya got to trade? Then he saw the bodies, raised his rifle and then I heard at least 6 snicks, then he hit the ground. Kev, Alfred & Al had followed me after all! I had just turned around as the beast started talking/saw the dead beasts and there was no way I'd of been able to take him as he had the drop on me. And thing was, there was a 2nd beast with him that I hadn't seen! The 2 beasts had brought 4 women and when the beasts were killed, they simply stood there, not doing a thing....they were that beat up emotionally. When they (the guys) came into view, I nodded to them, asking they and the women take the bodies into the building and strip 'em of everything of value. The women were quiet, I will say that. Some started to say something, but others told them quietly to shut up, they were being rescued. Every one of them was tied up, but the bayonet took care of the first one rather quickly, then had her release the others and told a couple of women to drag the beasts that I had killed further inside the building, but take everything they had on 'em. Thing was, many didn't have shoes because the beasts knew they couldn't run as fast/far in bare feet. A couple of women did know how to use guns, so they got 'em with others carrying the extra guns/ammo/knives and one of the beasts had a "baseball card" on him of what he'd done in life. Had the women who got the guns to take the shoes/socks off the dead bests to wear if they didn't have any.
This is when some of the women started thanking us and we got some of their stories. Basically, many were grabbed after the emp hit by bikers/gang bangers. A few had been grabbed just after the quake hit, taken to the national forests east of here and repeatedly raped. The majority of them were in their 20's, but what got me was finding that a bunch of Girl Scouts (46 total, not counting the adult leaders) had been grabbed while trying to walk back home after the emp, with the Girl Scouts ranging from 11 to 16. Thing is, these women were to be traded for other women and any goods (like food), they (the beasts) could get from other gangs in Portland with this suppose to be happening in another day or two. They weren't really sure when, but they knew it was going to happen as already, over 2 dozen women/girls had been traded last week. Thing is, the beasts got food/supplies....no new women in trade. Two of the women happened to hear a couple of beasts arguing that it was one thing to enjoy the women, it was another for them to be traded to those Satan worshippers?! Basically, the other beasts attitude was they were going to hell anyway if you believe in that sh*t, so what does it matter? Maybe that's why the beasts are like they are....they just don't care because they believe/know they're going to hell, so why not do what ever you want to?
Thing is, we/I know there were some of those looney tunes in Canby with their set up in that Catholic church. Not that we caught any of those f*cks. Still think we should of burned the place down, but Father Benjamin and some others saying no, with cleaning, prayer and blessings, it would be holy ground/a place of worship again. What drives people to believing in this sh*t, meaning worshipping Satan? I got enough problems trying to believe in God....but again, there's those people who drank the Kool-Aid at Jonestown and those whack a do's in Texas and the world is ending beliefs. Still have the feeling something was wrong when we left the church, like we didn't finish some business. From the number of dead animals, had the feeling these people were working themselves up for human sacrifice. The other thing is, are the Satanists the beasts were talking about the same ones in Canby?
Anyway, when Kev said it was time to leave, they were surprised when I said no and they wanted to know why. After almost getting killed, what I still wanted to do was even more crazy, but didn't care. Part of me was saying go for broke. Kind of like playing the slots and money's getting low, so I'd play less than max bet and then say f*ck it, if you're going to lose, do it, don't f*ck around trying to drag things out. Then hit a couple of 4 of a kind or even a royal and be ahead of the game money wise and then leave. But, how many time times have I done this and lost my a$$? But the dark side....it was screaming in knowing 2 women were killed and tossed aside like so much unwanted garbage, the knowledge that the beast I had killed no doubt had used a chain on these women, then there were the kids here in camp going to be traded to Satanists.....just different things to where I just didn't care what happened as long as I got to kill a bunch of beasts. Said you guys are used to doing sneaky sh*t in the dark and how many beasts can 2 of you take between the silencers and garrotes and have the other one take everyone we have here back to our place. They weren't going for it till I mentioned the kids....I said there are 11 to 16 year old kids in this camp and YOU KNOW the older ones have already been repeatedly raped....and probably the younger ones by now. If not, maybe they're going to be traded off to those Satanists. This is when one of the women spoke up, saying there was a doctor (captive) in this bunch and he was forced to examine the younger girls to see if they were virgins or not. Beasts had 7 of them in a tent near Big Bens (leader of these beasts) tent. And the kids with these women were due for inspection tomorrow. The guys looked at each other and talked to each other without saying a word, then asked what was my plan.
Told them what if I start draining the tanker, start the truck, drive around the camp a bit? With any luck, I can make at least one circuit around and maybe thru the camp. All I need is someone to set the gas on fire after I drive the truck around this camp a minute or two after I haul a$$ in the truck. Said look at the number of vehicles they have....how far are they going to go without any gas? yeah, there's a lot of abandoned cars/trucks everywhere, but it's going to take time to empty 'em. I'd wait 20 minutes before leaving for the tanker which I hoped would give them enough time to start getting rid of the few sentries they had AND maybe rescue those kids. And if you have the time, maybe put a bullet or 3 in Big Ben? Told they'd need 30 not only for them to do a quick recon, but also give Al and the women a change to get further away from here. Told them how I'd count off the seconds and passed them the 2 tear gas and 1 grenade I had left, figuring they're going to need this stuff to cause confusion if need be. Kev and Alfred were going hunting, while Al took the women away from here, then return to set fire to the gas and then take the women back to the guys/Pamela.
What helped was the tanker being off to itself which meant someone was thinking what if there was trouble with the tanker as in catching fire/exploding for any reason. One problem was dogs, with beasts having 'em and of course, they'd smell me and get to barking. Thing is, beasts ignored them either telling them to shut up, throw something at them and from what I heard, kick a dog a couple of times. Too bad I couldn't even the score for the dog on that mother f*cker.
Thing is, almost bit off more than I could chew as I was thinking the tanker driver would be alone with his woman/women/ gear/loot. Instead, find there's a old station wagon and a flatbed pickup parked maybe 50 feet away from the tanker with the 2 vehicles parked about 15 feet from their slowly going out campfire and their tents not far from the campfire. Was slowly working my way to the tanker when I saw a beast headed towards the tanker and I scurried scrunched over as fast as I could to the tanker to hide under the tandems. Heard the beast say get the f*ck outta here you mangy, mother f*ckin' mutt, then hearing the dog scream in pain from the kick. Beast kicked it hard enough that it landed within a couple of feet of me, so I reached out and pulled it to me, with it giving another scream of pain/terror. This is when the beast said as soon as I take a p*ss, goin' to stomp the f*ck out of you. Why I ever let that little b*tch even have you, I don't know, must be my good nature, but that ends here and now.....as soon as I'm done p*ssing. I'm stroking the dog, saying it was a good dog and to be quiet, quietly as possible. It was shivering/shaking, but it did quiet down. Beast goes to p*ssing on the tires and that's when I came out from under the tandems and with the gurkha, cut deeply into the back of his neck. He went down without a sound. All I had time for was taking his double barrel shotgun, a sling full of shells and a bunch of keys, one which was the ignition key. Prop his body against one of the tires and was putting the bottle of liquor he had been carrying in his hand/lap when a 2nd beast comes walking over, saying hey Walker, what are you and that other fella doing? Said name's Pockets and Walker here can't hold his liquor as he damn near spilled this bottle of Jack Daniels. Want a swig while I take a p*ss? Oh yeah he did. Only comment he made as he got closer was what was that smell....it was the blood & sh*t from Walkers dead body and of course, he got the gurkha across the throat as he reached for the bottle as I walked to him with bottle in hand. Got a .45 from him, couple of magazines and another set of ignition keys. Propped him next to Walker and started towards the 2 vehicles as I didn't know how many or who was in them/the 3 tents.
Third beast was raping a woman and I heard her grunting/quietly crying from the pain. Nothing I could do about it until I checked the other 2 tents. Heard a woman (Marsha) VERY quietly doing a hail Mary prayer and hissed at her to be quiet, I was here to help her escape. Cut a slit in the tent and she came out of there quick enough with Sara Lee who is 11. Asked Marsha if anyone was in the 2nd tent and she said Amy who was maybe 16 and a woman named Bernice. Gave her the bayonet, told her to get them out while I dealt with the rapist. Zoiee was the one being raped.
From the shadows inside the tent, I could see the beast/woman had their heads towards the front of the tent/campfire. Made a quick slice thru the back of the tent and then I was on that guy as quick as possible, but it didn't work out the way I had planned. Thought/figured, I'd jump on his back and stab the f*ck out of his neck/throat/chest area till he was dead. As soon as the beast felt the air draft from my cutting of the tent, he said what the f*ck, turned his head, saw me coming and was able to partially get out of/being on top of the woman so when I went for him, he was able to grab my bayonet hand, then grabbed my throat with his other and the f*cker was strong....stronger than me. And I knew this wasn't going to end well within the next 30 seconds or less, so called out to the woman for help, telling her I was trying to rescue her and others. Later on, Zoiee told me she wasn't sure if I was telling the truth or not as there's been more than one fight/death over women, but when she saw my appearance/age, that decided it for her as most of the beasts run from their teens to maybe 40's. Thing is, we're wrestling around on top of her and best she could do was wrap her legs around the beasts waist, then started scratching at his eye which got his attention. He rolled to get away from her, breaking her waist grip around him, then find myself on the bottom with my bayonet coming for my throat, then the tent collapsed on us! that's when Marsha, Bernice and Amy whacked him in the head with tree limbs and the beast gave out grunt, then the 3 of them whacked him again, with Zoiee using a hammer. He fell on top of me and I called out not to hit anyone, any more and quickly rolled him beneath me and used the bayonet to stab him several times in the throat/chest. Then used the bayonet to cut Zoiee/me free of the tent. Had Zoiee grab the beasts stuff....AK and a pistol, plus ammo & his key ring. Had the 3 of them grab what food/extra ammo the could from the tents and head for the station wagon/flat bed.
That's when Sara Lee said she couldn't find Buster which was the dog that the beast had kicked towards me. Asked what he looked like and knew it was her dog and he was dead when I went for him. Had to tell her this and she started crying, but pretty much quit when I asked her if he had been a good dog. When she said yes, I said all good dogs got to heaven and who knows, he might be playing some of mine even right now. She didn't believe me until I told her about some of my dogs that have been dead for a long, long time and that I still miss them. That maybe if I'm good, we'll be back together in heaven. Told her to hold on to Buster till we found a good place to bury him and that made her fell a little better. And I was already thinking of her and the puppies we have at both farms....
And truth is, wonder if I'm a hypocrite because I have a hard time in believing in God because of all the sh*t that's been happening to people, but I can come up with what I think/believe/hope is true in telling Sara Lee what I said about dogs and heaven?
I was really starting to hurt and was thinking it's time to get away....but f*ck if I was leaving these a$$holes a bunch of fuel. Had the women get in the vehicles, then when they saw the fuel on fire, to start 'em up as I'd be hauling a$$ to join them. Started draining two of the refueling points, but only after I found the wrench that would open them. Took another couple of minutes to figure out how to get the gas to come out in a small, but steady stream, then used my heel to kind of dig a "Y" under both spills, then a trench/ditch so the gas would flow towards the fire which was about out. Run to the fire where I put a couple of tree limbs on the coals and fire slowly began to start up again. All I wanted to do was make sure the fuel caught fire as I figured we would have enough time to start the vehicles and make our get away. Didn't turn out that way.
A beast comes walking up, saying godd*mn Knuckles, looks like you been turning that woman of yours every way but loose, I was wondering....oh f*ck man, get over here quick as you've got gas dripping out of the tanker. Then it was who the f*ck are you, goes to pull his pistol and hit him at least 5 times with the 9 and THAT started the ball rolling on everything. Someone start shouting (head beast?) saying get the f*ck over there, check it out and that's when all the dogs started howling with me hearing/feeling a rumble if that's the right word and felt the earth start to shake. Only thing I can figure out is Mt. St. Helens blew a second time and when it did, started a sh*t load of earthquakes. Nice of March to come up with a glas
------------------------ Sorry, but gotta leave and get some things done. Hadn't planned on taking so long in submitting a chapter, but things at work changed in January. Another company basically bought mine and running it their way which includes "no excuse for exceeding the posted speed limit" and for drivers in Calif., that's 55mph?! Every driver was given a print out of how fast they've been doing and basically, all of us do 61-63 in Calif. and we've NEVER had any hassle from CHP. The other drivers raised hell with the new yard manager who told them the company now says we could do 60...excuse me, but first we can't speed, but now we can, but why only 5mph over the limit? No company answer on that one. Everyone tried doing 60, but the following week, we all got written up for doing 61-63 again and told this was our ONLY get out of jail card. The next time found speeding, we'll be formally written up and if caught speeding again, WE'RE FIRED! On my paperwork, put down I was only going to do 55 OR LESS and then all the other drivers have agreed to do the same. My run usually took 4 hours or a little more to get Hayward, now it's almost 5 to 5 hours. Since I take a different highway back to avoid Oakland/Frisco/Sacramento traffic, it takes me 5.5 hours to get back and I only have 11 hours of drive time available. Spend more time (I think) watching my speed and think I'm under stress for always checking it. Speed control helps, but when there's dips, over passes to come down off to, gotta watch my speed. Of course, the customers are not happy at all with the line drivers being late going back to their yards which mean the P&D guys who make the deliveries are going to be late along with having to do 55mph.
Trying to go back to 6-8 pages per chapter so everyone gets more reading. Already have another chapter written, another being written up and another with thoughts/ideas/partially written. I also have several chapters written on The Affected story and will get at least one in either today or tomorrow. This chapter is almost 6 pages long and haven't entered 2 full pages yet.
---------------------- Okay....chapter is now completely entered. Next chapter is coming out next weekend. And I hadn't forgotten about the idea of Mt. St. Helens going off.....just filed it under for future use.
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Post by kaijafon on Feb 8, 2015 18:08:21 GMT -6
Thank you for the update!! So glad I no longer live in CA!!!! ugh! take care and be safe!
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Post by ss1442 on Feb 10, 2015 12:19:21 GMT -6
Yea, Andy is back and bad as ever!
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Post by willc453 on Feb 16, 2015 1:31:29 GMT -6
The Layover Chapter 70 Woodburn, Oregon Johns Trading Post August 17th Saturday
You know when you're tired/beat when you fall asleep while writing....not that I did without help from Marcy. Think I'd of kept pushing to do "just a little bit more writing" and ignoring Marcy's urging me to quit, so she got sneaky. Gave me some tea made out of different hers along with using a real (but used) tea bag....but it was spiked with a bit of rum and that knocked me out. So thirsty when she gave it to me, I drank the entire glass without stopping or tasting it, said thank you, started writing again.... then thunk went my head against the picnic table. John told me she used this trick on their kids on Christmas Eve....you know, with them wanting to stay up as late as possible in hopes of seeing Santa Claus or at least hear his reindeer on the roof. Then it was a small shot of rum in their eggnog, saying it was a special Christmas treat. Kids didn't catch on for a few years. Told her she should be more careful with that stuff....what if I had fallen on my pen and poked out an eye? She said if I had, it was a case of dodo happening as her kids used to say....and maybe next time you'll heed what I say.
First there was the rumbling noise which set the dogs to howling, then the ground starting to shake. When the quake hit, it surprised the sh*t out of everyone, with women screaming, the dogs really howling and bests running around trying to get their gear together as we had several buildings around us and they were swaying. Decided it was time to go and I tried hauling a$$ for the flatbed, while I screamed to the ladies to start their engines. Thing is, saw several more beasts come running up to the tanker, SAW the fuel headed for the campfire and a couple of them reached the campfire just as the fuel did....and the f*cking fire goes out?! I turned, shooting one of them, screaming Jews with guns, kill these Philistines. What surprised the sh*t out of me was I only shot 1 of the beasts, but 2 more fell! Turn around and 2 of the women we had freed were firing at the beasts, so I called to them let's go. Only thing I can figure is there was so much gas, the fumes never had a chance to ignite it. But then a beast got to kicking the fire/wood apart and that set up a shower of sparks and that set the fuel on fire. Just as I'm reaching out for the boards of the flatbed, I screamed go! go! and they did....and almost leaving us behind! then I'm screaming wait for us, wait for us when Zoiee hits the brakes and I slammed into one of the boards used to make...f*ck, can't think of the word now. Still must be tired. Anyway, climbed over the boards and yelled let's go once the other 2 women (Annie & Priscilla) were aboard.
Thing is, didn't think to tell the girls which way to go and we ended up going north east, with Zoiee following Marsha down the street about a minute or two behind her. Then it was like 3 quakes hit... WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! In what seemed like a few minutes, buildings starting to fall everywhere. Then the tanker went up and must have been 1,000 feet of flame in the air, with flaming gas being scattered several hundred feet, along with bits & pieces of the truck and tanker. I stood there in complete amazement/ stupidity/shock as I saw part of a tandem axle, tire & rim come bouncing towards us. I think it was a case of me not believing what I was seeing, but one of the ladies yanked me down, with the tire/rim (on fire) hitting/breaking the top of a board, bouncing off the roof of the truck, then going in a different direction. If I hadn't been yanked down, I'd of been killed. With the shock of the quakes, the truck/ station wagon were kind of skittering along the road, then as Marsha turned a corner, a building partially collapsed on the station wagon. Think we'd of been hit too, but for Zoiee having to wait those seconds for the ladies and me to get aboard. She hits the brakes and we get knocked off our feet, then I'm out of the truck bed asap and running to the station wagon where Marsha and Sara Lee are at. Zoiee's screaming at me, get back in the truck, they're dead, nothing can be done for them and you know, I knew she was right in one way, but HAD to make sure. We had some light from some of the buildings which were on fire....must have been some gas left in some of the gas lines in the buildings. For some reason, I was thinking of that Clark Gable movie that takes place during the 1906 San Francisco earthquake. Engine compartment and it looked like the roof of the wagon was crushed to where the back seat was. Turned to leave, but then thought I heard a noise and went to the back of the wagon and could barely hear Sarah Lee telling Buster everything was all right and that they'd soon be in heaven together. No more bad men making her do bad things. That's when I called out to her, saying it's a little early for you and Marsha to be going to heaven and Buster will wait for you until you get really old....like me. Her reply was: is that you, the nice man who wants to be with his dogs in heaven? I said yep and how is Marsha doing? Told her head's all bloody.
A lot of debris on the wagon and there was no way we could remove it in time because as we talked, I saw the roof get a little lower and Sarah Lee screamed hurry, please hurry. I screamed to the ladies that they were alive and I needed help getting the supplies/loot out of the back part of the wagon. While they were doing that, ran back to the truck, praying the driver was prepared for flats and he was. Started tossing down 2, 40 ton bottle jacks, handles and a bunch of 6x6's and even a couple of 12x12's, then called to 2 of the women to help me carry everything to the wagon. The women had gotten some of the supplies/loot out, but it wasn't enough....they were trying to stack it neatly off to one side?! Crawled inside the back part of the wagon and kicking sh*t out, telling them to toss everything to one side. Thing is, the tailgate window had busted, but the frame for the glass was still there, so tailgate wouldn't open/lay flat. Started screaming f*ck you and kicking the tailgate hard as possible, then the ladies started pulling on it and able to get it open. More crap tossed/kicked outside.
Once I had enough room, crawled with a jack and some 6x6's. Put a jack on top of 5 of the 6x6's and started jacking up the roof....and didn't work because the top of the jack started punching a hole thru the roof and of course, the front seat got compressed! Ended up putting a 2nd jack/6x6's in area of the front seat and putting a 12x12 on top of the jack. Once the roof started going up, slipped another 12x12 on top of the other jack. Thing is, the 12x12's were only 2 feet long, then had to work pulling back on the seat that you back leans against which moved the jacks a bit. Told Sarah Lee to crawl over the seat and the kid says take Buster first! WTF?!, but I did. She comes out, taking Buster with her with one of the ladies inside the wagon, pulling them out. Marsha was out of it and from what I could see, thought she was dead....but then I had also thought they were both dead earlier, so did what I could to get her out too. Ended up having to move the both jacks (one at a time) to being over the tranny so I'd have enough room to pull her out. Thing is....she had her f*cking seatbelt on?! Bayonet took care of that and slowly pulled her out. Then could SEE the rest of the roof starting to cave in and I'm scrambling backwards asap. The ladies reached inside the wagon, yanked my legs with me holding on for dear life to Marsha. Then we're all trying to get away from the wagon. Had the f*ck scratched out of my belly from broken glass, with Marsha's back getting some too. Then another part of the building fell more or less in the same area of the wagon and it got squashed almost to the bottom of the door frames and the tires blowing from the sudden weight on them. Made sure we took what supplies (food, etc.) we could use. The worthless sh*t like Xboxes, etc. were left on the ground.
I'm all beat to sh*t and gone and trying to suck it up/deal with it. Realize there's nothing I can do for Kev & Alfred....and what was I going to say to Pamela/the other guys when I come back alone3? Don't know how long it took us to get back to our place, but when we got near it, had the ladies stop while I went ahead by myself. When I got within a couple of hundred feet of the place, I called out this was Chief Running Scared of the Winnebago Indian tribe....and no answer. Kept walking forward and called out a 2nd time, but when I got closer to the building to where I could actually see things, saw the building had collapsed! I started yelling their names in hopes that they might just be trapped under debris, but got no answer. And no idea what happened to everyone else. F*ck, as far as I knew, Al and the women he was with were killed by falling debris. The ladies came up to me, asking why we had come here instead of getting out of Portland entirely. Explained that the plan was for everyone to meet back here AND there were 800 armed militia that was coming in tomorrow (which was actually that day) to start cleaning out Portland. That's when I hear Pamela calling out to us from a couple of hundred feet away and of course, the women had their guns pointed at her as soon she spoke with me saying she's one of us. That's when Jerome spoke up and find out that Dino's dead and Joseph's got a broken arm. Pamela wants to know where Kev/the others are at and had to tell her the truth....that I didn't know. Told her what had happened and that was as much as I knew. She screamed Poppop, then knocked the sh*t out of me with a slap across my face. I went down, totally beat and just didn't have it in me to even try to curl up to defend myself, I was that beat physically/emotionally. The women didn't hesitate in jumping her and started beating the sh*t out of her till I told them to stop, that I had it coming for killing her grandfather, his friends and who knows how many innocent people died when the tanker blew like it did. Told Pamela that all the I'm sorrys from me wouldn't bring them back.
When the quakes started up, the building started shaking with Jerome and Pamela running downstairs to get what bikes they could out of the building, especially since we had our supplies on them. I was surprised that she had grabbed my day pack along with the compound bow and arrows. But Dino was ahead of them in thinking by grabbing their gear/bags of stuff we had found and tossing them out of the building, telling them NOT to try for the bikes as there wasn't enough time. Jerome/Pamela grabbed the bags near the front of the building with Dino close behind them when the building collapsed on him. They were able to dig him out and had him in the ruins of another building....one they weren't afraid of collapsing any further. Jerome came over and helped me get up and even then, I d*mn near pulled him down in trying to get up.
Introduced everyone to everyone and everyone was ready to get out of Portland, using the truck. When I said no, there was complete silence then it was I was crazy, etc. I said WE CAN'T leave right now because of the number of beasts running around. We've got a running truck and no doubt in my mind EVERYONE will want it. Add to this, the militia is coming in to clean house and I have no idea what shape they're in or how they'll react to us....will it be as survivors or beasts? Best thing is simply hole up till daylight, bury Dino, then make our way to the HS supply building. THAT got them going again, though the ladies had no idea what that was about until I told them. My reasoning was there SHOULD BE supplies inside it, even it was nothing more than food, water and hopefully, basic medical supplies. We stay there until we can figure out what to do next. Hell, maybe there will be a plane or two flying overhead come daylight that we can signal, which required more explaining on my part. Said people, I'm just making this sh*t up on the fly and it's the best I can think of right now. NOBODY was happy, but ended up saying okay.
Had a dream about Mom and it's been 15(?) years since my last one with/about her. I'm in her trailer living room (which is bigger than normal) laying in bed, on top of some blankets and in my underwear. Was thinking of beating off, when the front door opens and there's Mom! Not only that, there's a lady behind her! Mom's different....not like she was before or after having her heart attack and having no trouble with her Alzheimers/Parkinsons. It was Mom, but different in her looks if that makes any sense. But I knew it was her. I'm quick to pull the blankets over me because it's Mom and who knows who that lady was behind her? I tell Mom, wow you look really nice and different....does that mean you've quit your job, ran amuck with your life savings and I have to support you the rest of my life in some sort of decadent life style? She's wearing black high heels, nylons, black skirt, blouse, some earrings and a pearl necklace. Don't think/remember if she was wearing any kind of hat. I think I can only remember twice where Mom was dressed up really nice to go somewhere with Dad and that's sad. Mom looks at me, saying you were always a smart a$$ and the lady behind her says we've known that for years and he says these things because he's scared of showing his fear and loneliness. Mom then said just because people wear masks, it doesn't show what they really are underneath even when they take the mask off. Some wear more than one mask. Things are changing and it's up to you whether the change is good or bad. Said I didn't understand and she says I've floated along in life doing nothing with it and if I want to make things better for myself, I have to work at it or your life will be wasted. That's all I remember.
At least the beast had camping gear and a couple cans of coffee. Cr*p, I hate it black, but sucked it up and everyone got something to eat. With tools in the truck and finding a small park, we started digging a grave for Dino. Of course, Sara Lee was there with Buster and wanted a grave for him to until I talked with her about this. Originally, Dino was going to have his face covered with just a shirt, but the beast had some new silk sheets he hadn't used, so used one of them to make a shroud. Sarah Lee was unhappy we were digging a grave for Dino first, so she started digging one on her own. Went over to talk with her about this, asking why. Says everyone was busy digging one for my friend and thought I had forgotten about Buster. Said no, that I told you I'd help bury Buster, but wouldn't it be nicer if Buster and Dino were buried together? She says no, Buster's HER dog, not his. I said remember me saying all good dogs go to heaven and when she said yes, I said sometimes when people die, they get lost or confused. She didn't understand and told her that sometimes they don't realize they're dead and just kind of wander around lost, you know, kind of like a ghost, but with Buster buried with him, Buster will help him find heaven. Besides, I'm sure Dino will be quite happy to have him and maybe my dogs too in his house. Asks what did I mean and told her I always thought heaven was a place you went to rest. Not everyone wants to sit on a cloud and play a harp. Maybe some people need time alone in order to get used to the idea they're dead and then they'll go looking for their family that has died before them. So they have a house in heaven, the kind they always dreamed about having and with a house, the dogs will have a nice place to stay because what if Dino likes cold weather or likes it to rain really heavy while he's safe and warm inside his house? This way the dogs have a warm place to stay during the winter when it's cold or raining outside or inside where it'll be cool when it's hot. And I'm sure he'll throw the ball or toss the stick for all of them to chase after and give them lots of food, dog biscuits and water. She thought it over and said okay. Talked with Pamela/the guys and they said okay about Buster/Dino. Pamela started sewing the shroud, then passed the needle/thread to Jerome who did it, then to Joseph and after he did some sewing....was surprised/shocked when he turned and held them out to me, saying I was part of them now. Well, I only did some of the sewing and then turned to Sara Lee, saying she needed to say goodbye to Buster and finish the sewing up. She did, but she was doing a lot of hard sobbing while doing it. Made sure Buster was laying on his left side, with his head partially on Dinos shoulder/chest/armpit area and Dinos right arm resting on Busters right side so they looked like they were just sleeping together. Heard Sarah Lee tell Buster to make sure Mr. Dino got to heaven, turned to me and started bawling her eyes out and all I could do was hold her as she was doing this. After everything was sewed up and the grave covered, Jerome pulled a small Bible out and started what I think is the prayer for the dead....and he made sure he not only mentioned Dinos name, but Busters too which made Sarah Lee a little happier if that was possible. Two crosses were made, a regular one for Dino, a smaller one for Buster.
Well, ended up that Kev, etc. did join up with us before we left for the HS building. Kev/Alfred not only brought back the kids, but 9 women while Al brought the women we had originally saved about an hour after Kev showed up. It was Jerome who said for Kev to come out....apparently, Kev made some sort of noise/ signal to let him know he was back. Problem was, we were low on ammo. When I checked my ammo bag, only found 5 magazines and there was the partial one in the rifle. Kev/Alfred were out of pistol ammo and less than half a magazine for their rifles. Gave them the box of 9 from my daypack. Was thinking that the bag had popped open while I was trying to get onto the truck? Split what we had and ended up taking most of what the women had. Didn't want them to be defenseless and they objected to us taking most of the ammo but explained to them while they were used to shooting guns, there was a world of difference of what they had used to use them for vs what we have been using them for since all of this started back in July. And I told them, YOU'RE our backup fire team. If need be, you may be coming to our rescue or giving us cover fire so we can get back to the group. While there was some ammo from the station wagon and in the flat bed, there was ammo we had no guns for like .380's, 40, 20/410 gauge, etc. Think maybe we had 2,000 rounds of .223 and AK combined. The other worry was no spare magazines. I've ALWAYS tried picking up spare magazines after a shooting even if the mags look damaged and more than once, made sure I put a spent mag back in my bag after reloading my rifle or after the fighting, looking around for any on the ground. And that's the thing: there is NO MORE AMMO/MAGAZINES in this state except what was here before shtf.
Pamela's sobbing her eyes out upon seeing Kev of course and he told her that she should never have worried. Besides, did she think he'd leave her in the clutches of some dastardly American who so just recently rudely fondled her? Game plan was for several of us to be point and stay a couple blocks ahead of the party with most of the unarmed women in the truck. Get 3-4 blocks or so ahead of the truck making sure it was clear, then have the truck come forward a few blocks. Figured the best thing we could do was for them to haul a$$ out of town if we came across a bunch of beasts and hold the beasts off as best as possible for them. Made sure Pamela was with them as we wanted at least 4 women with guns in the truck. God knows what this place looks like from the air....so many collapsed buildings, fires in a lot of places and a haze hanging over everything. At least she didn't give us any sh*t about wanting to stay with Kev as she had been talking with the women and knew what would happen if they were caught. Then things got worse when the truck fell thru a debris covered hole, breaking a tie rod. ----------------------- Notes: except for the mask bit, the dream I had about Mom is true and had it last week. And I know what she was talking about, though no idea who the other lady is/was. Which is why I didn't stop typing until I had everything entered though more than once I wanted a break.
As to the gas part, going back a few (35) years ago. Steve (younger brother and ex-Marine which tells you a lot about his I.Q.) was cleaning some car parts in a can of gas AND smoking a cigarette! I, being Air Force made sure I didn't get too close upon observing this and suggested he might want to put the cigarette out before it caught the gas on fire. Tells me he wasn't worried about that and tossing the cigarette into the gas!? No, it didn't explode like I thought it would. Tells me the fumes didn't have time to react to the lit cigarette and the liquid gas put the flame out. Which in this case, gave Andy/the women time to get a little further away. But when the beast went to kick the fire out, embers flared up and set off the fumes, then the liquid gas on fire and BOOM! ---------------------------------------- Feb. 27th Sorry for getting another chapter in....long hours at work, as in 41 in 3 days. Maybe this weekend, but no promises.
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Post by kaijafon on Feb 16, 2015 19:09:56 GMT -6
thanks for the moar! ah dreams. cool you added a real dream to the story. appreciate your writing for us
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Post by willc453 on Mar 9, 2015 14:19:17 GMT -6
The Layover Chapter 71 Woodburn, Oregon Johns Trading Post August 17th Saturday (contd)
F*ck, f*ck, f*ck....how many times can I say it and have it really still mean something? I think no Sgt. Major EVER goes to h*ll no matter how bad he is. God doesn't want 'em because He knows what kind of belly robbers they really are and figure Satan KNOWS they'll take his place over, so he makes sure he has none down there and they're really quick/happy to make an ex-AF Sgt.'s life miserable up here. "They" being Blevins and Acorn. I'm busy writing away and suddenly there's a shadow and when I look up, there's Blevin's and 2 Army women behind him...oh f*ck me. Thought I had kind of, sort of ditched them back in McMinnville. Not that I had done it on purpose, it just kind of worked out that way. Blevins asks me if I was writing an after action report? Something else I did forget to do, but then the Col. did get a verbal report (more or less), so what the f*ck? Said no, Sgt. Major, I'm writing to mother to let her know I am quite happy in the Oregon national guard, everything is fine, I'm getting 3 square meals a day and because I am doing lot of vigorous exercise almost every day, I am rapidly losing weight and not smoking like I used to. Caught him by surprise on that one, but he came back with he was sure that my mother was worried about me, just like the Col. in McMinnville was as hadn't I made an agreement with said Col. about having an escort not so long ago? I said I remember the agreement, but in all honesty, it had just sort of happened. It was either a case get on the plane right then/there or get left behind. If I had known how things were going to turn out, I'd of probably stayed home and waited for my 2 escorts to show up. That's when he REALLY looked at me and asked if that was true and after thinking about it, said no. Said we got some vehicles and a sh*t load of guns, ammo and other supplies....but the militia paid a price for that stuff, just remember that. He said he hadn't forgotten.
Anyway, I now have Esmeralda Gonzales (Mexican American) and Emily Fujiyama (Japanese American) as "escorts". And right off the bat, Esmeralda p*ssed me off with her feminist bullsh*t. All I did was ask was "do you girls have all your gear", meaning were they ready to leave tomorrow because the Col. wants me to check out the train repair facility in Hinkle which is something like 200+ miles away. At lest I'm not the only one going. Janet, Mutt/Jeff and some others of her team are going along with Sampson and the guys which gives about 16(?) of us going. We're taking the C-47 as it's faster and biggest plane we've got. John's not happy about leaving his family, but understand we do need him and 2 of his mechs just in case we have trouble with the plane. We, along with the other planes are going to be dropping leaflets when/where we see large groups of normal looking people. At least this time we've got several pairs of binoculars in every plane....no more getting shot (I hope!) by beasts because we have to fly lower to see who they are. Aircraft are going to be fanning out to/thru Idaho along with teams in trucks/trailers headed by Pearl Diver. At least we'll have better comm gear with the aircraft being able to tell the convoys which roads are good/bad BEFORE we/they hit those roads.
Anyway, Esmeralda went ballistic when I used the word girls as if they weren't up to snuff as fighters and she started (politely) tearing into me, starting with she was a WOMAN in the United States Army, Oregon national guard, etc. until I had enough. Stood up, got right in her face and told her to shut the f*ck up. If she had been a he, think I'd of knocked him on his a$$. Saw Adams, called to her and told her I had a problem with this girl (using the word girl deliberately just to pi$$ Esmeralda off even more) and would she kindly explain to them how I operate. Figured Blevins knows what happened after debriefing Adams and what was left of her team, but with what Adams went thru and what I did for her and her girls in Portland, she'd be able to explain me better to these two. Adams said no problem and for me to take a walk, which I did.
About 10 minutes later, she calls me back and Esmeralda's attitude is completely different. One thing they both know is I don't like being saluted and they call me Andy instead of sir. Originally, Esmeralda was looking at the gurkha like I had some sort of he man/Rambo attitude because I had it with me. Now she's looking at it/me with completely different perspective. Guess Blevins didn't completely brief 'em, but Adams sure did. She's still on detached duty, working out of the Col.'s office, working on the stuff we got from Party Times.
As to Emily, come to find out her great and grandparents were shoved into the concentration camp up in Tulelake at the start of WW 2. Her grandfather was on of guys who fought in Italy/Germany in that all Japanese/American unit. She went to Tulelake to see what was left of the place....not that there was anything other than that plague on the highway. She had been to the recreation of that one north of Independence and it was different from her families description. Told her that was the way the place was like in about '45, NOT at the beginning of the wars bullsh*t. She was surprised that I knew about the camps, so got to bs'ing about me being a truck driver and going to both places on a regular basis for awhile.
Then Benny came up with a large sack full of the caltrops and a bunch of pouches made from some cut up gunny sacks. Bother girls were surprised when I said cup your hands together and gave each of them a large handful and told them to put them in the pouches. As soon as Emily saw them, she knew what they were and in any case, both were surprised in getting them. Said maybe we'll end up using them, maybe not, but if we do, I'm hoping to give some beasts a really nasty surprise. Then gave them blocks of wood, polycord and those eye hanger things to make their own bolos with an explanation in how to use them. Started going thru their gear and had them put most of it in a day pack line mine. Bandages....well, they got sheets that were torn to different sizes, then had them head for the guard supply for more grenades, etc. John got them some metal cups they could cook in, along with each of them getting several small bags of rice and one of those small tins of fruit cocktail, the kind kids used to take to school. There were other things, but f*ck it, not writing it all down. Of course, I did enjoy watching them jump up and down, etc. to make sure their gear was secure and being able to drop it, then running to bend over, pick it up and put it on. Godd*amn, I gotta get laid. And no doubt John and Benny enjoyed it too. The girls also know not to bother me when I'm writing unless it's important....they're also paranoid about me for some reason. Told them they could take off and do what ever they wanted to, but to be back here by tomorrow morning for the flight. Would you believe they actually took turns in leaving? One took off, the other remained here within eyesight of me. Got the feeling Blevins told them they were not to leave me alone for ANY reason. So I tested my thoughts on this by going to take a dump....and sure enough, Esmeralda followed me to the port a potty.
Anyway, Zoiee was driving and everyone's starting to panic. I mean, the rescued women and of course, the kids as they picked up the womens feelings. We made a stretcher for Marsh with the women taking turns carrying her. Took what sheets/pillow cases we had to make bundles for the food, camping gear and the basic medical supplies before heading out again. Think we were something like 5 miles or so away from the HS building, but the problem was a lot of the street signs had either fallen over, twisted or got covered by debris which is why it took us almost 5 hours to find it with us making a slight detour which turned out to be a good thing.
Us guys were walking down a street when something caught my eye so backed up to check out the street and surprised to see a Party Supply store and remembered what Adams had said about one being here in Portland. Decided to check it out, not that I had any kind of boink. And truth is, had no idea what I'd find, if anything, but figured at least I could check it out and let Adams know or leave word for her about it. Thing is, Kev, Pamela & his guys wanted to know why....you know, they were thinking I was going to do some savaging and said so while also saying this wasn't the time/place for it. That we needed to find the HS building and any possible supplies that may still be in it, even if the building was damaged by the quake. Thing is, they were right and they needed to know why, so told them...well, not everything. I mean, f*ck, Adams is working undercover and wasn't about to blow it if I could help it, so she became a he, letting them think that a guy was working as an intelligence officer out of the Woodburn guard base and later, that kind of blew up in my face. Not that I gave a sh*t because Adams and her girls are safe. But told them about the guns, etc. we got from the trains and how the intelligence officer thinks Party Times may be a cover for smuggling this tuff in and how the one building "he" checked out was burned down. Thing is, Kev thought it over and said I wasn't going alone as he's already seen what happens when I do...and he had a point. I men if it wasn't for him and Alfred, I'd be dead. Was surprised as sh*t when he tells Pamela to go with me?! WTF?!?! Christ, to tell the truth, I was hoping it would be one of the guys or even Kevin. Maybe he was thinking by doing this, I'd pass on checking Party Times out? No way, so I said okay. Honestly, thought it would be a waste of time, but figured a quick and dirty 15-20 minute search of a building should do it. Then Kev has a quick/private chat with Pamela, giving her one of the silenced pistols. Well, we started down the street and asked her what Kev had said to her and she said it was private. After a bit, we could see the entire store.
The store glass was busted, but the building didn't look too damaged except for some cracks along one of the outside walls. Why some buildings just fell over and others didn't, no idea. Inside is trashed with ceiling tiles, etc. having fallen down. Place hadn't really been looted except for some of the party supplies like paper plates, etc. Later on, found out some of the costumes had been taken and why. That's when we herd a noise coming from upstairs where 2 offices, a break room, janitors closet and of course, the bathrooms were at. I took point and started walking up the stairs along the wall and when I came to the top of it, saw 2 doors, both which were open and heard voices from one room, one saying godd*amn, these Army b*tches can really take it, can't they? And do you want to go at her again? 2nd voice says nah....well, okay but let's tag team her to see who can last the longest, but let's make a side bet okay? 1st voice: okay, I got a Rolex watch, what ya got? 2nd voice: pearl necklace, 1st voice saying not good enough, I want those 2 gold and emerald earrings you got off that b*tch awhile back. Had to check out the 2nd room first and was surprised to find 2 beasts passed out and 3 women tied up. Of course, they were naked and when one, then the others saw me, I held my fingers to my lips and they didn't say anything. Cut the bonds to one of the women, Estelle, who freed Robin and Jeannie using my bayonet. Those 2 were totally out of it and it was no problem to tie them up. Two AK's and 3 pistols made them a lot happier. Thing is, they were Oregon guard people and I knew Robin when she was with Adams when Sampson/I first met Adams/her/April back in McMinnville.
Told the women to stay in the room s I had to deal with the 2 guys in the next room and they refused. Not that I blamed them and they wanted payback. They were so p*ssed/ready for blood, they didn't bother getting dressed! But they were going to be right behind me with Pamela covering our rear. I cold tell she wasn't happy about this, but didn't care as I wanted some p*ssed off/experienced women guarding my back....and it helped they were guard people too. Take a peek from the bottom part of the opened door and there are 2 beasts raping a woman. She's on her hands and knees while the 2 beast are on their knees, f*cking her from each end. That's when I stood up, fired 2 rounds into the table near them and said on the ground, NOW! They jumped up/pulled out of the woman quick enough and had shocked expressions, but with me having them covered, there was nothing they could do except lay on the floor. Especially when I saw one of them eyeing their weapons on the table. Pointed my rifle at the crotch of one of the beasts and said, PLEASE make a try for 'em. Robin/the others wanted to just shoot them then and there, but I told them no, just tie them up for now. They were not happy campers until Robin saw the gleam in my eye and remembered what Sampson/I did to Ritchie/Steve and she said let's do it Big Bird Andys way.
Later on, she told me that some people were using that as a nickname back in McMinnville. Big Bird Andy? What kind of f*cking name is that to give someone? Why didn't someone call me Angry Chicken Andy or some other suck a$$ name? Makes it sound like I was the guy in Big Birds costume on Sesame Street. As it was, she lost $20 because Sampson being Army and all of that, she was rooting for him to catch me.
I was shocked when I found that it was Adams these 2 were raping. The guard women were pissed, so the 4 beasts got a few kicks/thumps from their guns which woke up the now not so drunk beasts. Adams was pretty much out of it, so once she was in the other room, had her watched by Pamela and had the 2 beasts from there taken into this room. The girls went to get dressed, but told them to remain naked and explained to them quietly so the beasts couldn't hear and they agreed. One got dressed so she could with Pamela and the 2 of them headed back to Kev and company to bring back 3 women from the beasts camp. When Jeannie told the beast camp ladies what 3 of them were needed for, she had 3 volunteers really quick. Kev & guys wanted to know what was going on, but all Pamela could tell them that I wanted 3 women from the beasts camp at Party Times as Robin only talked to the women from the beasts camp while Pamela talked with Kev/his guys. Then their group headed for the HS building as I thought it would be better for them to find the HS building asap and we'd catch up with 'em as we weren't really carrying anything.
Now this was a mixed set of beasts....one REALLY big guy, d*man near as imposing as Sampson and in his 20's. He was the one raping Adams a$$hole. The two raping the women in the other room were Mexicans in their mid teens and the black guy forcing Adams to do oral was in his late 20's. Come to find out they were from different gangs and headed to some sort of meeting when they were told by their chieftains or whatever they're called to be at a certain place with 5 other gang members. One thing Adams/her women never expected was being betrayed by their own. As I thought, the beasts were organized, with each gang having not only a section of Portland to rule, but Oregon as a whole. I was worried about these other 20 beasts coming back and figured we had 30 minutes max before we might have company and we needed to get going/get the job done.
Had the 3 beasts tied to office chairs and gagged so they could watch was going to happen to the guy b*tt fucking Adams. He went by the name of Big John because of his physical/dick size and he got strapped to the table in the break room. Well, John's running his mouth how tough he it...you know, I might be really tough/bad a$$ when he's all tied up, wait till his gang gets back, etc. Thing is, he thought I was play acting....you know, like I was going to turn him over to the cops or something. Think I scared him when I said I had no intention of killing him, that I wanted him to be the poster child for the other 3.
Turned to the 3 beasts and said you're being given a choice: what happens to him is going to happen to you OR if you tell me everything you know about what's not only happening around here, but what's been happening BEFORE things went to sh*t, you get a quick bullet in the head. Chose Robin (guard) and Tanya (beast camp) to cut off Big Johns clothes and of course, they weren't gentle about it, so he got a few nicks from their blades. Big John tried some verbal bullsh*t at first, but shut up when they started cutting his clothes off and then of course, he was willing to talk and this was when Adams comes kind of walking in, wanting to know what was going on. She was surprised to see me, but smart enough to only address me as Andy. Quietly told her what was going to happen and she said she wasn't up to doing anything right then, but did want to watch, so we dragged another table near Big John so she could. The 3 beasts were wheeled out of the room and Big John started talking with Adams asking questions, not that she got much from him, but it was a starting point to ask more questions of the other 3.
While there have been gangs in Oregon, things never got really violent until the 80's when gangs discovered how much money they could make dealing drugs. That's when the drive by shootings, etc. started happening. Then things changed. There were 16 gangs at the time and each gang leader found $5,000 on his doorstep and a note for him/his 2nd in charge to be at a certain place, at a certain time or face the consequences. Five of the gang leaders/their lieutenants didn't bother showing up....both bodies were found, showing extreme torture including having EVERY bone in their bodies being broken AND their heads missing! Another note was delivered to the newest gang leaders and TOLD the 3 of the gangs were to cease to exist and they were to join the other gangs. Of course, this didn't go over too well with these people....until they started disappearing. Most of these gang people joined the other gangs, but those that didn't.... Who ever these people were, they had a strong enforcement arm. Territory was clearly marked out and ANY infraction was dealt with harshly. Drugs, prostitution, burglary, robbery, car theft, etc.....basically anything which made a buck was now organized with the gangs now paying a percentage of the take to these unknown people. Later on (10 years ago?), women from different countries were smuggled in to work the whore houses and they were basically sexual slaves. When the women got too old/used up or refused to work after a couple of "training seminars", they disappeared. The gangs suddenly had really good lawyers with witnesses either disappearing or suddenly forgetting what they saw. Millions and I mean, millions of dollars started rolling in the gangs pockets. One thing they all agreed on was this wasn't no Mafia run business because the mob people disappeared with the gangs taking over what they used to run/own. All of this was taken from the 4 beasts, not just Big John. The guns and ammo for them really started coming in around March with the word NOT to use them under any circumstances, that they were to be used only in July AND when they got the word. They said there was something bout a New World Order coning and they were to be ready for it. Thing is, don't think they were talking about some U.N. New World Order bullsh*t.
After questioning Big John, had him gagged with the other 3 brought in to watch what was going to happen to him. Told him I had bad news and really, really bad news for you. Grabbed his d*ck and said the bad news is you really do have a really big d*ck. Not only did you rape members of my guard unit, TWO OF THEM ARE WOMEN I KNOW and pulled my Mora blade out of hiding and made 4 cuts with it around his p*e hole so it formed a kind of tic tac toe cross thing. Of course, he tried screaming and p*e went flying out of his d*ck....right into the faces of the 3 beasts. Then told the 6 ladies he's all yours for 5 minutes, just remember that you're NOT to kill him and they went after him with their knives while I walked out of the room.
Thing is, Pamela's still has a veneer of the old rules of civilization in her and as I started walking out, she said I couldn't allow this to happen. That it was barbaric and the man did talk and I should simply give him a quick and merciful death. Put my hand between her t*ts/on her chest and shoved her backwards where she kind of slammed against the hallway hall. Told her when she's paid the price of the dance, meaning being raped, beaten, etc., then she can decide if she wants to the bands music. Told her to head downstairs to let us know if any other beasts are coming. She left in a 8 cylinder huff as the old saying goes. I was trying to keep track of time and after 3 minutes, called out they had 2 left. And the screaming really began from Big John, so I pulled out my harmonica and tried to remember that Mexican song that was to have been played at the Alamo. The one titled No Quarter, but could only remember a few bars of it before time was up. Think I kind of forgot to keep track of time, so maybe the girls had 3-4 minutes instead of 2.
The break room had a partial filled water cooler which the girls used to get their bodies clean of Big Johns blood. After they got dressed, I said we're going outside. They're wheeling the 3 beasts down the hallway and of course, they're looking at the stairs and trying to figure out how to get them down the easiest way. That's when I remembered that old Richard Widmark movie and told the ladies that I once worked in a nursing home and knew how to efficiently get people in a wheelchair down the stairs. Once they moved aside, I stepped behind the first beast and simply shoved him and the chair he was strapped onto, down the stairs! Man, did I enjoy the looks of oh sh*t that came from the other 2. There was a quick rush by the girls to push the other 2 down the stairs and then an argument started on who got to do the pushing. Of course, the beasts are grunting no, no and I told the girls they needed to work as a team, so 3 of them got to push their own beast down the stairs. Of course, they asked what about the beast at the base of the stairs as wouldn't he be in the way of the these 2? I said don't worry, he'll help break the others fall as they go down the stairs. Then the girls added their own twist to getting the beasts down the stairs....they backed up about 20 feet and then started running while pushing the beast in the office chair! One beast almost hit his head on the stairway ceiling on his way down, they were running/pushing him that fast! Then had to work my way over their moaning bodies and drag them out of the way so the ladies could get down without any trouble. They were also ready to give Big John the big shove, but told them no, that I had other plans for him and they ENTHUSIASTICALLY said okay. Blood's dripping from him and it was a b*tch getting him down the stairs.
There were 3 flag poles in front of Party Times: U.S., Oregon state flag and a Party Time flag. Took the first 2 down and after folding them up, stuck them in my day pack. Told the girls to rip the Party Times flag into small pieces to use as future a$$ wipe. Marcy's got some lady to wash those 2 flags and having them sewed up as they are (were?) a bit tattered/worn/dirty. Big John who was unconscious at first, but woke him up by closing his mouth, then pouring some water down his nose. Took a wire clothes hanger which I loosely tied around his neck/the flag pole and had him standing on a couple of rocks/debris. He had to work to keep his balance, other wise the clothes hanger would start biting into his neck, cutting off his air supply. Cut the flag pole line and then tied the loose end of it around his d*ck & balls niche and tight. Turned around and told the ladies I was pretty beat and would 2 of you mind pulling on this rope while I secure it? Couldn't believe it, but the 6 of them got a hand on the rope and pulled. Which didn't make Big John too happy. Think he lasted all of 3 minutes before he lost his balance and started being strangled by the wire hanger and in even greater pain in having his d*ck/balls being yanked upwards. Robin and 2 of the cam p girls got to do the honors of shooting the 3 beasts in the head, but I made sure they (the beasts) were told they were going to be shot on the count of 3 and then counted....slowly. They went ape sh*t in trying to get away and about passed out when the triggers were pulled on empty chambers. Yeah, had the girls make sure the pistols weren't loaded for this act. So I counted again with the other 3, but this time the pistols went off of course and I got busy with the gurkha. ----------------- Sorry this chapter was so late. Had figured getting this in last weekend, but things happen. Last Friday (the 6th), didn't like the looks of the weather, but the 5 day forecast for Truckee said maybe 3 inches of snow. Who ever thought/posted that must be using one of those Chinese measuring tapes/rulers. You know, the kind that says the shirt is XL, but a kid in elementary school would have trouble getting it on. Chained up at Boomtown just outside of the Calif. border and stayed on chains (30-35 mph) for 70 miles and of course, with only being able to do 55mph in Calif., I was going to run out of hours. Didn't help that I-80E east was closed several times due to cars/4x4's having multiple spin outs. Yeah, we drivers might be slow getting there, but we get there. Spent the night in a dirt lot in Auburn. Didn't get back to the yard until Sunday because even though Caltran said 80 was open/no controls, I knew things could change and as cold as it was, didn't want to screw around with the chance of black ice. (been there, done that 3 times as a driver) And then the rest of the week really went to hell. Come home, sleep, get up, go back to work. On Saturday (the 7th), said screw it, going to take a nap after I got back to the yard....and slept for 5 hours.
Hopefully no one's confused by Andys entry in how he dealt with the beasts. The Mora I have is used for slicing more than anything else, while the bayonets are used for cutting and the gurkha for chopping. And yes, I do have one. It was made by The House of Gurkha (which has a web site) in Nepal and hand made. It's not some massed produced pos to hang on your wall. Got mine from Amazon for $60 and that included shipping.
Working on the next chapter as I'm sure everyone's wondering who/how did Adams/her girls get betrayed. And what is this New World Order? And Andy's taking ANOTHER airplane ride? Still not done with what happened in Portland/the HS supply depot either and how everyone got back to Woodburn and what happened with the militia/beasts. Enough...it's Monday and gotta do laundry and get some sleep. This chapter was 8 1/2 page long. Thanks for reading and any questions?
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Post by ss1442 on Mar 23, 2015 19:41:15 GMT -6
Andy Andy Andy!!!
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