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Post by willc453 on May 4, 2015 7:20:23 GMT -6
The Layover Chapter 72 Woodburn, Oregon Johns Trading Post August 17th Saturday (contd)
Let me change that last line....I STARTED to cut the heads off, but when the women saw what I was going to do, they took turns in cutting them off. A nasty idea came to me and I used 2 hub caps to catch a lot of the blood and using it, wrote cannabals in suers on the outside store wall and put a couple of bloody hand prints on the wall/ground. The girls were on me about misspelling both words till I told them I figured most of these a$$holes probably didn't finish high school or took that many English/writing lessons. And besides, aren't (were?) there a lot of people using shorter/abbreviated words when they texted each other? They tell me there's no such word as texted and my reply was I didn't know I had so many English majors with me and besides, I'm not done yet. With the help of my crowbar and a couple of ladies doing the lifting of the storm drainage lid, we dragged/dumped the bodies/heads into the hole. Made sure I put a couple of bloody/smeared hand prints on the outside of the hole and drainage lid.
Adams didn't do any head cutting, but then, figure she was still in shock, that is, until I said, hey, do you realize where we're at? When she actually looked inside the store and saw the Party Times signs inside, think she about sh*t her pants, at least mentally. TOLD me she was going back inside and why. Said she had 15 minutes to trash the place, then we have to leave as I wanted us back together as a group. While the girls stayed just inside the building (hiding behind fallen shelving), Adams went upstairs, while I checked the warehouse/storage part of it. Not that there was much to see. Didn't think I'd find any weapons, etc. in any of the boxes and didn't. As it was, it was kind of a b*tch to climb over some of the shelving and finally said f*ck it and went upstairs to see how she was doing. When I saw Adams, could tell she found nothing as all the file cabinets in both offices were opened and tells me they were nothing more than ordinary invoices.
Thing is, as we left the office and passed the break room, saw something that wasn't right and told her to hold on. Had her go back to the office and then I stood where I could see both rooms....how about the back part of the 2 room walls not being even with each other? The break room wall was behind the snack machines (empty/trashed of course) while the office room wall was just in front of the snack machines and that made no sense. Used a bayonet to stab the office wall and started pulling/cutting a section of the wall and low and behold, there was no regular insulation behind the dry wall, but a foamy kind of insulation used to not only insulate the room, but also sound proof the room on the other side! Adams didn't hesitate in joining me....as in saying gimme, pointing at my other bayonet and after I gave it to her, I tsked, tsked her saying an officer and a gentlelady (instead of gentleman) should use proper English like putting the word please after her request. Her reply was vulgar and I got to tsk her again about that. Thing is, once we got a small opening in the insulation, got a whiff of jiff and we both turned away. Inside, there was a dead body of some really fat f*cking beast who had been dead for quite awhile. Who knows what killed him, but I was glad he was dead. He not only had kiddie porn photos on the wall, but him doing it with young kids maybe 7 to 11 years old. Maybe a coronary from being electrocuted? There was an empty beer can and from what I figured, the beast was reaching for something when he spilled the beer on the radio (fried) and next stop was, hopefully, Hell. The one computer was fried, probably emp'ed. But got a total of 20+ pounds of paperwork and what Adams said was at least 2 code books! And this f*cker was another Satanist because I found a black Bible which I didn't even want to touch after opening it. That went into a separate garbage bag and would of burned it asap, but Adams said no, it also might be a code book in some way. I've never been a really religious person, even after all the times Mom kept pushing me towards the church, but that thing....just wanted to wash my hands from just knowing I touched/opened it. As to the black cross which was nailed upside down on the wall, Told God that I hoped he knew I wasn't being disrespectful in one way and broke the cross into several pieces. And then I got a really, really bad boink.
I told her we had to leave NOW and I will say one thing about her, she didn't ask why. Think it was the expression on my face/the way I said it and we hauled a$$ for downstairs. The girls heard us coming and were coming out from behind the shelving till I told them to get to the warehouse/storage area and behind/ under the shelving/racks. If there was ANY gun fire, DON'T come out, just remain hidden and try to get out the back door after waiting to make sure no one was around. Started for the front of the store when I heard at least one car coming and then voices. Adams and I laid behind a busted display case and I had just enough time to toss some costumes over us in the hopes of giving us some sort of camouflage. I could peer around the display case (got a ballerina's costume covering my head of all things!) with my rifle next to me and if these people saw us, we were toast because maybe 2 dozen of them are either in the store or outside.
First hear and then see a guy in a black robe wearing a raccoon mask of all things, saying what the f*ck is this bullsh*t? Then the other beasts are talking about they didn't know there were cannibals in Portlands sewer system. Then a beast says it's gotta be chuds man, gotta be chuds. Raccoon asks what's a chud and beast says it stands for cannibalistic humanoid underground dwellers and my cousin said they had a documentary on tv about them just a few months ago. Raccoon screams it was a f*cking movie, you syphilitic moron, there's no such thing as chuds. I was the f*cking program director at the station it was broadcast from. Beast: oh yeah, how come there's blood leading from the front of the store to the sewer system then? Raccoon points his finger at 4 beasts and tells them to pull the lid off the sewer hole and check it out....and they refuse, one of them saying maybe they're not real, maybe they are, but I'm not going to take any chances. You know how things have gone to hell since that bomb went off in L.A. You want to check it out, YOU do it and the others agreed with him. Then I hear (but can't see at the time) 2 beasts who said they'd check it out and one says, chuds my a$$ you bunch of candy a$$ed, civilian pussies. Raccoon then says to the rest of the beasts that it's quite funny how you mention things going to Hell....you really have no idea what's going to happen soon....other than knowing you're all going to Hell. I could see a bunch of them looking really uncomfortable about what Raccoon said and going to hell, especially when he started naming (and praising!) the top 13 names of fallen angels. But these f*cks are so stupid, they started nodding in agreement when he told them what they'd be able to do in Hell....you know, like they're going to be in positions of power over the damned with untold thousands of other damned souls to rape, torture, etc. for all of eternity and until that time, they could continue enjoying the bounty of Satans servitude here on earth.
Raccoon: now where the f*ck are our people whose suppose to be watching that Adams b*tch and her c*nts? You people had a simple job to do: keep that Adams c*nt here until I got here and f*ck the other 2 sluts as often as you wanted to and with that, a couple of beasts haul a$$ upstairs to the offices. They didn't haul a$$ back I can tell you that, instead, they called out to Raccoon, saying we have a problem up here....there's a lot of blood, no women and there's a secret room in one of the rooms. Raccoon hauls a$$ with beasts right him and I hear Raccoon screaming which did make me feel a little better. After a bit, they all come downstairs and Raccoon is buy between ranting/raving and chewing on everyone's a$$ and this is when 2 G.I.'s (!) enter the store. Pierce and Clark are their names and they were beasts. Write about them later on, just want to get chunks (?) of what happened down on paper for now. Scared me when I saw them because I saw Adams twitch and was scared that she made a noise and they'd of heard her, but they didn't with the beasts moving around. One of them said there's no such things as chuds....there's at least 3 bodies in the sewer system and at least 1 of them doesn't have a head.
That set Raccoon off even more, saying it was Oregons militia handy work and YOU people HAVE TO find them. We need the paperwork that was in that room and we want that Adams b*tch in our hands as she's already causing us some problems. The Colony (he said it like it was 2 words) has been here for over 200 years with you and other people being the recipients of it's material and legal generosity for the past 40+ years. Failure is NOT an option. Raccoon nods to a couple of beasts and they shoot Pierce and Clark! WTF?! Other beasts quickly grab them from shooting anyone and that's when Raccoon says to remember you were both working point when your squad got ambushed, got wounded, then separated as there were too many gang members around and all you could do was hide. And how terrible you feel in not being able to do anything. As agreed upon, additional supplies will be delivered to you. Once you're back on your feet (and he kind of laughed), as a bonus, some women will be waiting for your "attention" and I got the feeling it was more than sex they were going to be doing with these women. Clark/Pierce were a bit pi$$ed, saying being shot wasn't part of the original agreement, that all they were suppose to do was deliver Adams to Raccoon while they got to f*ck the other women, along with getting food/luxury items. Raccoon said they better hope they find Adams and the women as if the militia has them, they're working hand in hand with the Oregon guard and you KNOW what that will mean to you two. What surprised me was Raccoon pulling out what had to be a portable, hand held ham radio transmitter/receiver and talking with someone. Tells everyone he's going to have at least 100 people in the area within the next 2 hours at the most. He tells the beasts to remember failure is NOT an option and those beasts looked kind of sick when he said that. Clark/Pierce took off with Raccoon with him dropping them some where south of here. We're (meaning the guard/militia) still looking for those mother f*ckers.
The beasts took off and we had to lay there for maybe 30 minutes before I crawled to the front of the store and after seeing no one, called to Adams to get the girls out of the warehouse part of the store. Once they were out, told them what happened and we divided the paperwork, though Adams kept the code books. We started hurrying towards the HS supply building when we found ourselves looking at the back of 5 beasts, which we killed with no problem. The beasts were just walking down the street like they expected us to be doing the same....they never thought to look back to make sure their backs were clear. And I'm thankful for their stupidity. Grabbed their guns, ammo, etc. but this time, we went a bit slower as we might not be so lucky the next time. Didn't waste time cutting off heads, just wanted to get to the HS place. At least two plus hours of writing and I've had enough....time for a break.
---------------------------------- Sorry for taking a month before entering a new chapter....and yes, I know it's kind of a short one at that. Hope to be getting more chapters out because I got a "new" truck to drive last Monday. "New" as it only having 135K miles on it vs the old one which had 365K. Asked the assist. yard manager if it had people net in the truck which is where I have to do the electronic log book thing and he says yes. Guess what? IT DON'T! Which means the company doesn't know who's driving it, where it's at OR how fast I'm going. So now back to doing a 10 to 10.5 hour work day instead of the "normal" 12 to 13+ work day which gave me time last week alone to get this chapter done. Doing a paper log and think I have Alheimers because I some how keep forgetting to turn in those log book entries to the office. Any questions, any answers? And thanks again for reading my story.
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Post by ss1442 on May 4, 2015 9:32:55 GMT -6
Great chapter, keep em coming!
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Post by willc453 on Nov 5, 2015 14:50:53 GMT -6
I apologize for not continuing this story for the past 6 months, but been stuck on what I'm calling mind crack. Mnn2300 came up with his Affected story and when he said it was okay to come up with my own stories about The Affected....
Found myself writing several Affected stories: Tale Of Two Brothers, Prince Midas and Brainiacs story which was followed by V's story, who is Brainiacs wife. Realized the trouble I might have once I had the Brothers story and Prince Midas story being posted at the same time and certainly didn't want to post Brainiacs story as there are a few surprises in it, along with a plot twist as some have already found out. So needed to finish the Brothers story along with Prince Midas before starting to post Brainiacs story which will be followed by V's story. I have another Affected story (4-5 pages) being written along with some background notes/partial story on 3 other affected people. PLUS a Dawn Of The Dead zombie story. Funny thing about that is, I had forgotten about starting such a story over a year ago and just found it on my old (HP) computer, so looking at combing the 2 of them which will give me at least 10(?) pages.
Bought the HP over 10 years ago, then bought a used Dell via the net on the recommendation of a computer guy I know/ trust. HOWEVER, neither computer uses the same word processing program AND some how, I deleted part of the programming that brings up the net on my HP. (I am NOT a computer geek) That's getting fixed this week so when I'm ready to post more Layover chapters, I can simply copy/paste like I've been doing with the Affected stories. The Layover, Brothers and Prince Midas were done on the HP, the others were done on the Dell. I don't like the Apache word processing program (though free and on the Dell) and hope to get a Microsoft program via the net that still recognizes the old Microsoft word processing on my HP AND get a copy for the Dell. I just don't like using 2 different word processing programs on 2 computers...it makes no sense. And I am NOT about to retype 300+ pages so Andy's story is all Apache formatted.
Having rambled so much, what happened to The Layover story? Got 4(5?) pages written along with some chunks of story notes on what Andy, Pamela, the militia, etc. are dealing with while in Portland. Want to get a couple of chapters written before posting the next chapter. Once the HP is able to get online and me now knowing how to copy/paste, NO MORE manually typing everything here which was taking me on the average of 2 hours. Which also means a lot less typos here.
Bottom line is Andy's not dead, nor have I abandoned the story, though it may be a bit before posting another chapter.
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Post by ss1442 on Nov 5, 2015 18:51:46 GMT -6
Yea! Andy is coming back!
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Post by willc453 on Jan 28, 2016 23:26:30 GMT -6
The Layover--Chapter 73 Woodburn, Oregon Johns Trading Post August 17th Saturday (contd)
Adams was having trouble walking and when I saw a stain on the seat of her pants, figured it was blood from being a$$ f*cked. She didn’t complain, but noticed she was moving slower than most of us. Figured I’d have to leave the beast ladies behind to protect her while I took her girls to search for Kev/the HS building, but things change. Streets are buckled/collapsed in different places from the quake(s) with debris/buildings scattered everywhere and it was hard to tell exactly where the HS building was at as more than one street sign was knocked over/covered in debris. Adding to this was falling ash which had to be from Mt. Saint Helens going off. It was bad earlier, but seemed to have lightened up. God knows what happened at McCord or those Army bases as I have no idea if they got hit as bad (or worse) as us between the quake and volcano. Adding to this were the abandoned vehicles hit by the emp or by debris from falling buildings or parts of buildings.
Saw a rental place with forklifts, etc., but also cranes, the kind to replace fluorescent bulbs on a building or install/take down a sign. One thing about beasts, they never seem to think outside the box. (thank God) Asked Adams if she could make it a little bit further and my idea of using the cranes….she suggested a change which was okay with me. One of the beasts I killed earlier had a Mosin Nagent with about 200 loose rounds in a military style canvas bag, plus an assortment of loaded/unloaded 5 round clips. Since it’s basically a .308 round, it should have no trouble REALLY reaching out/touching someone a lot further than our AR‘s. It was made in 1943 (?!) and got/wanted to have the feeling it was used to kill Nazi’s and would now be used killing beasts. Robin said her dad had one and she’s fired it more than once before going into the guard. Find out this thing’s suppose to be good out to 1,000 yards?! Gotta find a scope for it, which isn’t easy because you need some type of special mount for the scope to be installed on. John’s checking that out for me and seeing if he can get a bag or what ever it’s called so it can be strapped to a pack and with a scope, actually be used as a sniper rifle. Rifle case, that’s the word I was looking for. Had Adams and the beast girls stay a block behind us, while Estelle and Jeannie covered our flanks. Thought of having the everyone stay behind, hiding in a building while I/the girls went looking for the HS building. Figured if we could find it quick and dirty, we’d be right back for ‘em. Asked Adams, but she nixed it, saying we shouldn’t split our party because what if something happened and couldn’t come back for them? The other thing that I just thought of…was Adam alone or was she part of a team/had a partner? Because if she dies, what happens to the paperwork we found, that she’s been working on along with her notes she‘s surely made?
Took 5-10 minutes to find/sort thru the keys in the damaged rental office, then went for the biggest (tallest) crane they had, checked the fuel tank which was almost full and it kind of grunted in turning over, but caught and we were in business.
While doing that, the girls not on guard, broke open the 5 vending machines. Food in the sandwich, burrito, etc. machine had gone bad, but they got a lot of snacks, soda pop, water, etc. What made everyone happy was finding 2 1/2 cases of those coffee packets for the office coffee machine, a couple cases of sugar/powdered creamer, some toilet paper/paper towels. Had them take the glass coffee pot as I figured we should be able to make coffee with it on an open fire. Before the ladies left town, they left me 4 packages of coffee and a tube of the sugar and creamer which I thought was really nice. Before leaving, checked out the shop and glad I did as got my hands on almost 2 dozen cans of WD-40, case of starting fluid, plus 3 partially used cans along with 4 cans of carb cleaner. None of the girls had any idea why I insisted on taking this “stuff” until I explained how it could be used to start a fire, even with wet wood. Since I didn’t have any tools with me other than my multi-tool, took a longer crowbar, wire cutters, bolt cutters, pliers, 2 medium crescent wrenches and a screwdriver set with standard/phillip tips inside the handle. Later on, found out that the militia got several generators from beasts….military and civilian. The guard in Woodburn and McMinnville each got one, while what other military generators found were taken to some hospitals. Compared to what was, it isn’t much, but now, the hospitals just might be able to do surgery, sterilization of what ever….and keep people alive that might of died with the things being what they are now.
I was thinking at the time, what if this place had been closed, you know, with the gate closing the place up along with a chain/lock on it? We’d of been f*cked in trying to just get to the equipment, much less get it out. Thing was, I was also worrying about the amount of sh*t they were carrying. Too much and we’d have to drop it if we got attacked and I didn’t want to leave a f*cking thing for beasts to use. If we stashed it, no idea at the time if we’d be able to come back. All we really wanted to do was get to the stuff in the HS building and get the f*ck out of Dodge asap.
Thank God none of these things had any kind of computer chips in ‘em. Had to use it to jump start the other 2 cranes. Never drove/used one of these things before, but pretty simple to use. Showed Estelle/ Jeannie/Robin how to use ’em, with them driving about a block from us, using the buildings for cover and covering our flanks. Figured nobody would be thinking of looking for a crane at/just above a roof top while driving down the street and with their height advantage, we‘d (hopefully) see beasts before they saw us. And thing is, they were relatively quiet motor wise.
My idea was using them as long distance scouts height wise, but more than once, couldn’t head straight for where we thought the HS building was due to debris which meant some times the girls were several blocks from us and I worried about them getting cut off from us. Told them if it happened, get to a roof…and take the keys if possible. Along with this, started worrying about time/catching up with Kev and his people. Adams said let’s stay with my idea for a little bit longer. What bothered me was not hearing any gun shots for awhile and starting to think the worse.
Think we had walked an hour (?) when Robin called for us to stop because of what she saw. Couldn’t believe it: people crucified on telephone poles, but facing downwards like being offered to Satan. I thought these a$$ holes were some sort of lunatic fringe, especially after killing those dozen or so back in Canby. I know we didn’t get them all, but still... Before leaving Portland, asked some militia to count the bodies and got the feeling it’s going to be close to 666. Do I think Satan’s coming to earth… you know, a day of reckoning thing? Not only no, but f*ck no. I’m just surprised the number of people that seem to be drinking this form of Kool-aid. There was that looneytoon Kardashian (?) guy down in Texas and of course, Jones town years ago. And having the militia keeping count of ANYONE killed wearing a mask or robe, though got the feeling there won‘t be many, if any. And hopefully they’ll have some sort of I.D. on ‘em to boot. Kind of like the majority of Hitler‘s people who beat feet BEFORE the Russians got near Berlin.
And that’s the thing…no mask/robe and they become Joe tv director, barber, plumber, etc. just like the VC did. Another thing that’s bothering me is where the f*ck are they getting supplies from? I mean, since the shtf, everyone I know is scrambling for food/supplies, with some starting to eat dogs/cats/pigeons. So are all these Satanists preppers? I don’t think so, but it would be an outstanding cover when you think about it. Here’s Joe Satan worshipper with a stash of food, etc. for him/his family. That is, if he has a family. If he does, do they know about his real religious convictions or maybe his wife is in on it too? But what if they have kids? I can go crazy going down that rabbit hole in trying to figure it out. One thing to think about though is what if they joined a prepper group? You know, let’s say there’s 3 Satan worshippers in with a group of 5-6 regular preppers? Shtf, everyone gets together and those 3 kill the other preppers. No doubt in my mind what will happen to the kids/women and of course, their food/medical/weapons supply has just gone thru the roof. Thing is, there was a bunch of food and other things in Canby that beasts had access to. But who in the f*ck in their right minds trades food, medical supplies, etc. for gold and silver? And there was a sh*t load of it in that one building. Was told there were actually books showing all transactions as far as what kind of and the amount food you’d get for gold, etc. Can’t remember if I told Adams about this or not…oh sh*t, don’t think I even told the Col. when I found out about it. Come to think of it, what did happen to that stuff? Another for Adams to check out. Told Robin if she saw any beasts coming, knock their dicks in the dirt, but if possible, shoot the last one in line and go for a stomach shot. Wanted the beasts screaming in agony before dying because it might demoralize other beasts. Had Estelle/Jeannie cover Robin, then split the rest of the ladies in 2 buildings on each side of Robin. I was trying to figure some way in which NOBODY could sneak up on us unexpected. So Estelle was at 10, Robin at noon and Jeannie around 2-3 with the rest of the party at 9 and 4. Told everyone what Robin/I had seen and I was going to check it out. Didn’t want to as I had the feeling they’d been there awhile, but it was also a case of what if….you know, when I was sure Marsha & Sara Lee were killed by the collapsing building, but went looking anyway. This is when Pamela said I wasn’t going alone which made me feel better, but I’m also thinking if something happens to me and she falls into the beasts hands…. So told her she was to be at least 30 feet behind me which I knew kind of put her out of supporting me, but trying to keep her safe as possible too. That if I disappeared from sight, DON’T come running to cover me as I could be hiding from what ever I might see/hear but she couldn’t and her to do the same.
As I got closer to the bodies, Jesus, the flies were like a black cloud around the bodies, so knew they’d been there awhile. So bad that the crows weren’t even bothering the ones I saw. Then heard voices and ducked into a partially collapsed building and all I could hope that Pamela did the same. Heard women crying/weeping/moaning, then some beast saying he was quite sure they’ll be warmly welcomed in hell. Never could shoot a rifle right handed and of course, with my luck, the building and the people were on my left. Got the 9 in my left and gurkha in my right and waited. One thing I didn’t expect was to see them naked and of course, bruised/bloody all to f*ck and gone as they walked by. I whispered the word faith as the first one passed me by and ended up getting her killed. She started saying the Lords prayer in Latin with the other women picking it up One beast said to shut their yaps with that religious crap, but when she didn’t, he went right by me to shoot her in the head! Then 2 more beasts came up saying they were suppose to be crucified alive, not shot in the head. The shooter beast said at this point, what does it matter? I came out of the corner of the building and gurkha went about half way thru the beast shooters neck…and stuck?! Didn’t matter as the 9 took care of the other 2. Thing is, as they started hitting the ground, they tried taking me with them, but instead, hit 2 of the women. One just under her right tit, the other in the left thigh. One thing I didn’t expect was saving 7 penguins.
Pamela came running up and told her to get everyone over here with the rags out to stop the bleeding on these 2. A couple of the ladies started doing their thing and while that was happening, had the others strip the beasts except for their undies. Ended up burying the dead nun in the corner of the building I came out of, under some dirt and bricks. Used a sheet as a shroud…it was the best we could do. The nuns had some qualms about putting on/using dead men clothes, including shoes/socks. Got ready to rip ‘em a new one, but I think Florence (youngest of the nuns) saw my face and did it for me. Basically, we used the pants/shirts to wrap their feet in so they’d have “shoes” of some kind. Got some other stuff from those 3 like matches, a couple packs of cigarettes…and of course, 2 of the 3 fuller packs had to be menthol!? I mean, who in the f*ck smokes that sh*t? Along with some folding pocket knives, etc. I kept one that was like the old Boy Scout type with a can opener, etc. on it. The majority of stuff we got from the beasts, the beast ladies took so they wouldn’t arrive at the farms empty handed.
The t*t shot nun died with in minutes….I think what happened was her right lung filled with blood which caused it to collapse, quickly followed by the other. Thing was….f*ck…because I was busy keeping watch, did I inadvertently kill her? From what I’ve read about lung wounds, you need to seal the wound so air won’t be sucked in from the outside, but from the nose/mouth as normal. Use a piece of plastic like from a garbage/grocery bag and keep it pressed over the wound(s). The other thing is, speaking to the head nun. If I hadn’t, no doubt she’d still be alive, but I spoke out because they looked so beat. Maybe if I had waited till they all passed? But then, where would the beasts be position wise when they did? You try to do the right thing and it blows up in your face with others paying that butchers bill. There have been those times when I just say f*ck it and go for broke like those Jap G.I.’s said in WW 2.…but to have others die/get shot because of it is so wrong. Just after getting the wounded nun patched up and others with “shoes“, we heard more shooting and knew it had to be about Kev & company. Pamela’s ready to haul a$$, but able to stop her from just running to the gun shots. Thing is, we started running into beasts (3-4 at a time) ourselves, with 2 of the beast ladies getting wounded, but still able to move normally. The girls on the cranes tell us there’s more headed our way and I’m thinking of finding some place to hold up in….thing is, if enough beasts find/become aware of us, they will eventually over run us and I know what’ll happen to the women. Then saw a possible hidey hole: a man hole cover that would give us access to what I hoped/found leading to Portlands flood control system. Was worried at first what if it was to the sewer system? We could still take it, but how many of us would get sick from walking in p*ss/sh*t? Talked with Adams about how we might be able to use it to get to Kev and his people and she wasn’t too sure about it. Mainly what if part of it was collapsed and how do we know how big the tunnels are? Told her that I had no idea on either question, but the beasts are growing in numbers and WE KNEW they looking for her/that paperwork we have and along with me being the only man in the party vs so many women…. Suddenly it was a good idea. We (Pamela, me and Florence) used my small crowbar to lift the lid which was a b*tch kitty to do simply because of the shortness of its length. Wasn’t till AFTER we got it up that I remembered we had the longer crowbar. I got inside first and with my flashlight, able to see it’s between 4 and 5 feet in diameter and looked good for a hundred feet or so. Decided to commit us to it. Get out, then have everyone else get in with only me and Pamela outside. But when I get back inside the tunnel, she refuses to get in?! Find out she’s claustrophobic…that is, until a beast saw her, with him calling out to others “will you take a look at the t*ts and a$$ on that b*tch“? This is when she suddenly drops into the hole without warning me, with me getting a face full of t*ts. I’d of enjoyed this but for a couple of things. When she dropped, I ended up getting pushed back, then down on my ass, but my head hit the wall of the pipe as I fell onto my back. She helps me to my feet and this is when we hear the beast telling other beasts “I’m telling ya, I just saw a f*ckin’ hottie with the biggest set of t*ts and tightest a$$ in the whole world and I’m goin’ to f*ck that b*tch” until I don‘t have a c*ck left“. Pamela’s eyes got really big, so gave her my flashlight/AR and told her what to do/tell the other ladies.
That beast made his first and last mistake in attempting to peer into the tunnel because I was waiting with my bayonet. I knew it would take him a couple of seconds to adjust to the lack of light with his body blocking most of hole as he leaned inside. No problem in reaching out, grabbing him around the neck, scream FFFFOOOODDDDD, then biting/holding onto his nose with my teeth while I started stabbing him with my bayonet any where I could in his body. Had planned on dragging him into the pipe, but other beasts grabbed him and I lost that tug of war…..but then as soon as I screamed food, the ladies also started screaming, there’s chuds/cannibals down here, run for your lives, then quit like they had been over run/running away. When the beasts started pulling on that guy, I let go and hauled a$$ because sure as sh*t, they tried filling the tunnel with lead. Found out later that I took a bullet in the back, but the 1945 book in bob stopped it. Figured with all the ricocheting that round did, it must of lost a lot of its velocity.
We’re kind of hunched over walking down this thing and as soon as we could, made a left turn which I thought would take us to or close to the HS building. But then we started hitting places where the system had partially collapsed and we had to take it easy getting thru in fear of it collapsing even more, if not totally. F*ck, I HATE tight places…won’t say I got claustrophobia, but by f*cking God, I sure as sh*t don’t have to like ‘em. Squashed my fear down because I didn’t want the ladies/Pamela to see how scared I was being here like we were. Then we hit 3 places that were REALLY partially collapsed and with care, able to get thru 2 of them. But the 3rd one, almost bought it. Made sure that Adams and her girls went thru first, followed by the wounded, then the other ladies, with Pamela, then me being last. I went last because of my size/fatness. I motivated Pamela by shaming her when she said she couldn’t go thru simply by saying is this how good the SAS training is? P*ssed her off, but it worked. It took some time to pass our supplies thru these opening and thought of leaving a bunch of it behind, but we’d need them if we got out of Portland alive. Had passed bob thru the partially collapsed drain tunnel and was near the end of that section when we felt another rumble. F*ck, scrambled as fast as I could using my elbows, knees and toes in trying to get thru and never thought 20 feet was so far distance wise. Pamela and Adams were the ones who reached out to grab my hands near the opening and yanked me thru just before that part collapsed. And lost my hat….must have been scrapped off when they yanked me free, not that I’m complaining. F*ck, how many times have I worn that thing while chaining/unchaining over Donner? And of course, my pins are gone. Got another, but it’s not the same…just a hair to small in diameter, so it doesn’t sit properly. The other…well, it was too big and I’m NOT wearing some f*cking baseball hat.
Walking underground, in the dark with only a couple of flashlights to see by, no idea how long it took us to find Kev & company. But when we did, could actually see some of them, but they were in a hurting position. They were trapped, kind of like being in the middle of a sandwich and hiding behind some vehicles with 2 sets of beasts firing at ’em. Must have been 24+ plus beasts, but thing is, one set had their backs turned to us….not good for them. Pamela’s all for shooting the beasts in the back, but told her to hold on and she was p*ssed until I explained, then went back to Adams/the others on what was going to happen and for them to be ready. She/I put the oil filters on and she got my bow ready. God, did I love it when she started shooting those f*ckers in the a$$/crotch with arrows. Of course, when that happened, they immediately started squalling AND STOOD UP. Not that they stood up that long because Kev/company/I finished the job. The other beasts broke/ran because they had no idea who/where/how they were being shot other than from Kev and company….and they were being shot from behind to begin with.
Called out to Kev and had to walk maybe half a block before finding another man hole cover. Thing is, it was partially covered in debris, so he and two of the guys got busy uncovering it. At least this time, popping the cover was easier with the larger crowbar passed to him. No time for hugs and kisses as we wanted in the HS building, which of course, the gate to the place had a chain/lock on it. Bolt cutter took care of that. Apparently, they had just gotten there and going to cut thru the fence, which was NOT ordinary…as in having SIX rows/layers of concertina wire from the top of the fence (8’ high) to the parking lot inside when they started getting shot at. They figured they had been holed up for about 2 hours and had planned on trying to sneak out in the dark. Except for the wire, the place really didn’t look like a fortress, but it was.
Things being like they were, meaning sh*t happening unexpectedly a whole lot lately, made sure I closed the gate and put the lock back on the chain while also using a piece of wire between the links AND making sure the lock was INSIDE this area.
I honestly thought I had f*cked up because the sign on the building said it was Mama’s Tortilla Factory and of course, everyone’s giving me the eye. Thing is, there was a box truck along with that logo’s on its side and I decided to check it out while Kev tried opening the door. Frankly, I was hoping that there’d be some kind of food that hadn’t gone bad inside it. I was getting hungry and didn’t want to get any of the stuff the beast girls had because I knew they’d need it later on at the farms or on their way to them. Thing is, my mouth was kind of watering at the thought of munching away at some tortillas even if they were a month plus old. Had already decided even if there was mold on some of ‘em, I’d pick it off.
Instead, find the trucks back doors open, with 2 bodies on the other side of the truck where we couldn’t see them to begin with. Once I saw ‘em, lost my appetite. They’d been dead for awhile. Only thing I could figure out was they were electrocuted by a falling power line which might of happened when the first quake hit back in July? Kev’s tried the door, which of course is locked. I went thru the dead guys pants for keys because as soon as I saw the interior of the truck, knew we were at the right place. Oh yeah, they were HS people all right because I checked/kept their wallets and I.D.’s. Later, dumped the wallet, washed what I could, but while everything has dried out, still smells of death. Then we started taking fire.
Tossed Kev the 2 sets of keys, then started firing back, but quit when I realized I wasn’t hitting anything. Once everyone was inside, I scampered inside to a dark building, with some flashlights giving us some light. Of course, things NEVER see to go easy for me because as I ran to the door, I slipped and fell on my a$$ with my AR going in a different direction! Scrambled to get up and doing it hunched over ain’t easy because the beasts were a lot closer now. Snagged my AR and hauled a$$ for the door. Thing is, when Kev closed the door, heard multiple THUNKS from rounds hitting the door and thought I was a lucky son of a b*tch in the rounds not going thru the door. How about a STEEL door and I’m not talking some sheet metal crap over a frame bullsh*t? This place was two stories tall, with the upper story having racks for the HS people to sleep, along with more supplies stored in cabinets. When I saw the ladder leading to the roof, told Robin and a couple of the others to get up there, but make sure they covered all 4 sides. And that girl can shoot as in hitting beasts 4-5 blocks away. Of course, there was no shooting them in the gut, but when she shot, I’m told a beast went down. Jesus, the amount of sh*t the militia and guard got is unbelievable. Thing is, it seems to me that HS seemed more concerned with insurrection instead of helping people, at least that’s my impression. Used my flashlight to see what was in the “factory” part of the building and f*ck me running….there’s TWO 6x6’s and a weird looking truck which I’m told is a MRV or mine resistant vehicle. Found 3 60’s along with ammo for them in one of the lockers, so they went to the roof with Adams and her girls using them. Then Pamela found a generator in a small room and I didn’t think it would start because of the emp. One of Kev’s guys took a look at it, saying it was diesel and got it started! Now we had lights inside the building and the beasts had a really nasty f*cking surprise when several tried getting over the fence. It was electrified?! This was something NONE of us expected because the fence wasn’t marked in any way and none of us thought anything about the wire running on top of the fence. And of course, there was NO sign of any kind saying it was electrified to begin with posted on the fence.
-------------------------- Okay, even a retard like me gets lucky in being able to connect the dots which helped me remember my password. Used the emachine to post this chapter which is a LOT MORE fun cutting/pasting instead of having to retype each chapter by hand.
Hoped I confused everyone in my earlier post about penguins into thinking about penguins at the Portland zoo instead of nuns. I'm old school and nuns are SUPPOSED to wear those black & white habits...and of course, Andy/I are NOT the most religious guys. And yes, I do own a 1943 Mosin Nagent, but haven't fired it that much and no, it doesn't have a scope on it...yet. And yeah, lost my hat about 6 months ago. Some how left it in a casino and though I got another pretty much like it, it's a bit smaller than I like. The larger size was a better fit, but when I touched the top of the hat, could feel my head and more than once, I've banged my head getting into a truck or while crawling under a trailer. And yes, Andy/I are busy looking for replacement pins and some new ones.
Anyway, that's it till (hopefully) next weekend
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Post by ss1442 on Feb 2, 2016 11:51:17 GMT -6
Andy! Andy! Andy!
Thanks Will,
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Post by willc453 on Feb 6, 2016 7:53:43 GMT -6
The Layover Chapter 74 Woodburn, Oregon Johns Trading Post August 17th Saturday (contd)
Christ, the amount of sh*t that was stored here, still have a hard time believing it. This place was set up for up to FORTY people, 12 people for each vehicle, with 4 people apparently doing command center/comm stuff. Thing is, ALL the comm equipment was in the gvts. version of Faraday boxes along with THREE SETS spare batteries which are not only rechargeable, but a dozen rechargers also protected against an emp effect. Got the feeling the govt. hasn’t been telling what they really knew about emp because it would scare the sh*t out of people. Probably because the AF sure got real quiet about their emp missile tests a few years ago. The militia kept all the comm gear and told they’re already starting to listen in to HS scrambled transmissions. Feel kind of weird when I think about it…I’m in the guard, but also a part of the militia, even if it’s as an “adviser”. Got the feeling I may have to chose where I’m really at….just hope it never comes down to that. But what sh*t I did read about HS’s procedures there, makes me REALLY nervous as most of the plans seem more with dealing with an insurrection by we the people instead of helping us. News/internet black out/control….all sorts of sh*t. Of course, the f*ckers who came up with this bs would say “it’s for the good of the people.” If this is “good”, I sure as sh*t hate to see bad.
Then Adams called out, saying I needed to get to the roof NOW, so hauled a$$. Jesus, these f*ckers were serious about wanting us. At first was thinking it was the number of women, but the sheer numbers got me to thinking/believing it was the paperwork we had. They sure as f*ck didn’t get too close because the 60’s were punching holes thru every vehicle they tried using for cover, so they took to the buildings, several which were 2 & 3 stories tall. Not good, but at least we kept the ones nearest us free of beasts. Then Kev, his guys, Pamela and some of the beast ladies came up with M-16’s and even more ammo. I was shocked when I saw the brothers EACH carrying a .50 caliber sniper rifle. Holy f*ck a duck!
Think we spent a little over 3 hours on that roof top and you couldn’t basically walk anywhere afterwards without stepping on or kicking empty cartridges, which by the way, made sure we kept. Told several of the militia were into reloading before shtf, so they’ll keep 35% of the shells for the powder, etc. they’ll be using. The other 65%, 40% (once reloaded) goes to the militia and the rest Kev and his people will have delivered to the farms. Of course, this ISN’T counting all the ammo we didn’t shoot. I mean, FIFTY THOUSAND F*CKING ROUNDS OF 5.56? Add 300 rounds (each!) of .50 for just the rifles, 12K belted ammo for the 60‘s, then there were the smoke/tear gas grenades (and masks of course) which helped break up the multiple attacks more than once. Kev, his people, the beast ladies and nuns each got a weeks worth of mre’s, while the militia/I decided to split the rest between the militia and the guard. As to the number of mre’s, I’m guessing there must have been 3 months worth of ‘em which tells me HS had planned on something staying bad for a LONG time. I know the guard’s out of smoke and didn’t know if they ever had tear gas, but got 6 of each to pass out to everyone later on. The guard itself got a case of each, with the militia keeping the 50’s rifles and ammo for them along with night vision goggles/helmets. I was offered one, but turned it down because I have no idea how to use ’em and frankly, it’s less sh*t for me to carry.
And afterwards….everyone got a shower AND got to sh*t on a real toilet! We had seen the 6 showers/sinks/ toilets, but nobody really thought of using them because of no water. I was thinking maybe pouring some water in a sink to give myself a whores bath as I was pretty grungy. At least that’s what a couple of us thought until Alfred walks in and goes to use the toilet?! I said, do you really want to do that since there’s no running water? Felt kind of disappointed in him to tell the truth for doing such a thing. He say, dear boy, we checked and the water closets have running water. WTF is a water closet? This is when he says, you Americans call them toilets?! Said, you mean the toilets have running water….so that means the showers are also working? Of course dear boy.
Didn’t hesitate and ran to the nearest shower and called dibs. HS had hygiene kits that had 2 disposable razors, small can of shaving cream, body/shampoo soap, toothbrush, toothpaste, small mirror, dental floss and picks, even a small bottle of baby and foot powder. There were towels of course, for drying off, along with a large washer/dryer with laundry soap. We divided the 2 cases of body soap among everyone, with those going to the farms getting extras, but even so, I got 3 bars. Showers were set up like at work with a plastic sheet to act as a door, with a chair by each cubicle. I got naked really quick, tossing my clothes, etc. to the chair, turned on the water….and tried not to scream like a little girl. Oh yeah, there was running water all right and even 6, 50 gallon water heaters…..but the f*cking water hadn’t had time to heat up?! Decided to screw modesty and wrapped the towel around my waist while I washed/dried my clothes….and I can tell you for a fact, it’s a lot more interesting to see a woman with a towel wrapped around her than it is some guy! While the city water supply pipes had been damaged by the quake, HS apparently had it’s own well! Figure once the word gets out among the militia, EVERYONE’S going to volunteer to work out of these 2 places in just being able to take a shower (even if cold) and do laundry. No idea where the water’s going and didn’t care as long as the toilets flushed and the showers drained. When I told John & company about this, he’s going to see about getting a generator and hooking it up to a local laundromat, even if he can only run a couple of washers/dryers. Told him about using dryer lint to start a fire.
What saved our a$$es was the militia showing up. They heard the gun fire and had to work their way thru a lot of beasts, which did NOT survive their meeting with the militia. I was using a set of binoculars to spot for the brothers, till I was told I wasn’t really helping that much as they were doing fine by themselves. I kept 3 of the 6 we found….thinking of Reginald/Janet and truth be, me too. Kind of surprised they weren’t Zeuiss/Nikon or some other high priced company name considering the way the govt. wants to blow my money. Having a bad time seeing things long distance wise because of these glasses. There’s gotta be some way of getting a pair made, better yet, two in case one gets broke/badly scratched because these already have some scratches on ‘em. And I don’t know what happened to Yulia/that other Ukrainian girl who were searching for their husbands. People flickering in/out of my life and it makes me feel bad I’m not checking up on them to see how they’re doing. So god damned beat, didn’t think about the girls until later. As to the HS building, one of the militia guys was a general contractor before the shtf. Said the building was not just made up of cinder blocks, but apparently, it’s got rebar in it, along with concrete poured in the cinder block holes! This and the other HS building was being set up as an aid station and when I told them about the cranes, they grabbed them to use as look out posts.
Medical supplies including antibiotics, uppers/downers, all sorts of stuff as far as bandages, basic surgical stuff, etc. One of Adams girls found what’s called IFAK and I thought she was saying I f*ck, thinking she had lost it mentally. But it stand for infantry first aid kit, which several were put to immediate use including some of the pain pills. The militia’s keeping 75%, the rest to the guard. Got to keep some of the bandages, tape, etc. out of the common stock which is now in a small Molle II pouch on bob. The militia people said (and I believe ’em) that the majority of drugs, bandages, etc. will be going to a couple of their local hospitals, but of course, keep some for their own medics. The HS truck took some bullet holes, but even so, see the govt. didn’t mind wasting taxpayer money by pulling meds that only had a month left before the expiration date. One thing I was kind of hoping for was finding a couple of million 22LR rounds….you know, the 20 or 30 million the govt. is suppose to have bought for HS, the post office, etc. Nada.
As it was, we almost started shooting the militia, thinking they were another group of beasts coming for us. Adams used the new binoculars to see how far they were and to get a possible count when she asked if I had ever heard of beasts carrying a flag? New one on me too, so when I looked, realized it had to be the militia. They’d shoot/scoot/cover, shoot/ scoot/cover and about the 4th time they did this, they’d bring up the American/Oregon flags that were on a pole. This was something they had worked out among themselves so the militia wouldn’t think another group of militia were beasts. They also had walkie talkies and ham held radios provided by some preppers, some who were in the militia, others by other preppers who knew how things would be if the beats kept running amuck. Preppers weren’t sh*tting when they said 2 is 1 and 1 is none.
Getting some walkie talkies was one of the things on my to do list that I never got to doing. And wonder how everyone’s doing without comm or a generator? I mean, know I was prepping for 8 people and could justify the money I spent on beans, bullets and bandages with thought it would be better to stack it high and deep as quickly and as often as possible, then later, get this other stuff. And of course, something like solar panels were WAY down the to do list.
But the militia that saved us, paid a price for it with 17 dead, 19 wounded out of the 123 they started with. The militia is going to keep the HS place and have named it Fort Zoey, after one of the militia women who died. Militia is going to run patrols in the area and God help anyone they even think is a beast or recognized as one. Told them about the tv director and they said they’d start looking for anything on him and if/when they did, they’d contact Adams. As to beasts, told several hundred killed so far by this group of militia from the time they started ops to saving our a$$es.
They did find/free several enclaves(?) of people that had been holding the beasts off, including some of the guard families, but don’t know how many/who got found. From what I understand, they were in VERY bad shape. As for us, we got a ride back into town via one of Pearl Divers drivers who was pulling a pup converted to a flat bed, while the 2 6x6’s followed, driven by the brothers. Thought of going with the militia to hunt/kill more beasts, but honestly, I was beat/coming down from the adrenaline rush of everything that has happened since the crash and actually kind of dozed on the way back which helped a lot. When I woke up and looked around, saw I wasn’t the only one. Kev asked if I felt better from the nap and when I said yes, he said, okay, it was his and the boys turn.
What’s worse….betrayal by a comrade or a loved one? Think it would be by a loved one. Adam’s going to check the background/friends of Pierce/Clark that were trading mre’s/canned food to the hookers. It was what, about a month or so ago when I first met her and her team? I mean, what made them turn bad…were they always crooked or maybe when things went to hell, they got to thinking f*ck it, may as well enjoy myself while I can before things turn back to “normal“? Or was it the amount of dirty details they were put on after Adams found out about them and the hookers? Knowing Blevins, he kept ‘em busy for a couple of weeks. And what was their home life like? Never did meet their wives/kids. I forgot to ask her if they had any kids….I just hope she doesn’t tell the wives what dirt bags they ended up being.
Adams had gotten the okay from the Colonel in McMinnville to take a team into Portland as she had heard rumors that not all buildings had been destroyed, including the Party Times building. Both of us agreed in looking back, that it was a set up to get rid of her and anyone else snooping into the stuff we found on the trains. What ever the f*ck is going on, we agree that it’s a lot more serious than some drug/gun smuggling operation. Thing is, Pierce/Clark seemed to have gotten their act together. Told they tried dicking off much as possible when they first started their sh*t details, but after a couple of days, they seemed to have learned their lesson and really began pulling their weight. Thing is, Adams was looking for volunteers for this….what word do I use? Patrol? No, how about reconnaissance? That’s better. Anyway, they did volunteer and after she talked with Blevins about them, agreed to take them. And the women she had, they had trigger time, so they weren’t newbies, though the 2 guys didn’t, which was kind of strange and said so. My reasoning to her was how much shooting went on during the first couple of weeks alone at cops/the military? Did they go on ANY patrols and if so, what happened on them? Said I hate being a nasty, suspicious minded individual (she kind of smiled at that one), but why do I have the feeling nothing happened on their patrols like getting shot at or maybe even not getting a little harassment, but others around ’em were? Said she’d check into that and right now, she’s got Estelle, Jeannie and Robin as bodyguards, something she didn’t want, but the Col. told her that’s the way it is until further notice. I’m just hoping her cover’s not broken, but think it was BEFORE she went to Portland. As it is, she’s taking off for McMinnville tomorrow to really get into the paperwork/code books. At least I was able to talk with her about Mark/Donny and the possibility that Lew-Allen/Chevon knowing each other and what happened between me and Luthor. As to him/me, she commented she not surprised.
Man, I must be exhausted as I fell asleep here at the picnic table and had this dream: find myself watching some sort of game show, but when I say watching, it’s like I’m right there, but there’s no audience other than me. Something about putting people (guys) in different situations. They have a headset of some kind on and something happens to them with everyone seeing how they react, then they’re hit with a pastry out of the blue by the mc….like a cake or pie with the participant/audience reacting quite a bit to how funny it was. Can’t/don’t remember what situation they went thru or maybe I just never saw it? Not really sure now. I’m returning from somewhere, doing something (what/where, don’t know), but now it’s my turn, something I didn’t expect. The headset seems to be made of wood and I’m suppose to deal with/react to some sort of some sort of challenge. No idea what’s going on, but then find myself in the woods with a very primitive bow (kind of like what Arnold used in Predator) and some woman is riding towards me on a horse. Think I’m suppose to shoot the bow at the woman? Or maybe her horse? I’m fumbling with the bow when suddenly they’re both on top of me and I get hit by the horses hoof on my left shoulder. Then I can feel myself hit by the horse/knocked over/trampled a couple of times. I’m still not there mentally when something else happens, but next thing I remember is something about 2 guys that I think are father/son because they look alike….reminds me a bit of Marcel Marcu, that French guy….the mimic. You know, the kind of guy who puts his hands in front of him like there’s a wall or something. They’re peering down at me and think it’s funnier than hell for what I just went thru. As I came out of this dream, for what ever reason, I got to thinking of Italy and then, Rome. As to the audience, I never saw any, but heard them laughing. As to the 2 (3?) guys who went thru their thing, they thought it was funnier than hell to what to what happened to them, especially the pie/cake thing. As I think of it, there’s the mc, then the father/son mimics who remind me now of that fat mimic in the second Batman movie with Danny Devito and his circus people. And I think I was at some crossroad in that forest. Marcy asked if I was alright because she saw me twitching/jerking, but wasn’t sure if she should wake me up or not.
John/Benny came over to see if I was okay because I was sitting so still. Part of it was trying to remember all of the dream, but after I got done writing it down another thought came to me and was wondering where would I find this stuff? And did it still exist? Sure as f*ck, this is something I did NOT want spread around as it would be like the gold rush in Calif. So after making sure none of the kids were around, asked the 3 of them to sit and listen to what I was thinking. But as soon as I started, they asked if it could wait until Beverly, Yvonne and Gwen joined us and I must of looked blank hearing their names till I saw them. It was the 3 ladies from the dog pound I had met what seems so long ago. Got hugs from all of them and they wanted to know how I was doing and all of that. Said I had a thought and everyone here said you needed to be here too. Started my spiel, which really wasn’t much, but they couldn’t believe what I said, but now starting to think WHAT IF? Maybe that stock of food would only last a few days, but with any kind of food being found/coming in….. They did understand it was to be kept between just us for now. They’d start looking for places that might have this information, so they’re hitting the phone books ( which are rapidly disappearing) first, followed by the libraries. Don’t think they’ll have much luck with the phone books because what would govt. food storage facilities be listed under? Which got me to thinking of something else…what happened to the factories which produced something simple as bread? Hard to believe bread being imported from Washington or California, so talked with everyone about that and they’re hitting the library’s phone books on that. Who knows what flour, sugar, etc. may still be laying in bins? Even if it’s got bugs in it, it can be shifted to get rid of ’em. Shifted….I know that’s not the right word, but starting to get brain dead. Something I told them about and another note to the militia here in town.
Asked if they’ve had people hit the various colleges for any/all chemicals, test tubes, portable lab equipment, etc. Was thinking maybe someone here has the knowledge on how to make simple drugs like aspirin or….God, my mind’s going blank. Penicillin, that’s the word. Older people are dying mainly because of lack of specialized medications like blood thinners, etc. and thing is, so are some of the kids from simple scratches. Word’s being passed that some of them have the measles/mumps. What’s next, cholera? And where does typhoid come from…. contaminated water? Christ, I hope none of this shit starts appearing.
As it is, everyone (John, Marcy, Benny, etc.) are doing their best to feed kids without parents, as in feeding 24 of them, which includes 9 babies at the tit sucking stage. Only thing helping them out right now are women who are able to nurse the babies, but was wondering will their milk will dry up if they don’t get enough food for themselves? Having a note sent to both farms, asking the ladies if they’d cough up 2 (total) milk cows and why. What surprises me was the number of kids 14+ (6 of ‘em) that have still hung around instead of hauling a$$. John said they had to kick a few of them out because they started stealing/lying not just from others, but Johns group. John gave them one chance, but when caught a 2nd time, given the boot. I could see the ladies looked like sh*t when that happened, but they were able to come up with a small assortment of canned food for those kicked out. Others are helping others even when those people have nothing to share. The chickens/rabbits are multiplying, though they haven’t eaten any yet and the ducks are getting close to full size. They’ve armed a couple of kids to watch over the animals 24/7 simply because the temptation is there for others to simply try a snatch and grab. Think it’s going to get worse as the food supply gets even shorter. The younger kids keep busy catching bugs and pulling grass for the chickens/rabbits to eat or to make more egg laying boxes. Not all hens are laying though and they’re thinking of cooking one of them as a stew. John was looking to have a couple more guns and I wrote a note which he’ll pass to the militia while they’re here. Gave him 5 M-16‘s along with 3, 30 round loaded magazines each and 6, 20 round boxes (total) of ammo. Wish I could of given them more, but we’re trying to re-arm the militia and of course, the guard with supplies. Got the Nagent back from Robin and John’s holding onto it for me along with trying to find a mount and scope for it. Something tells me I’m going to need something that will really reach out and touch someone, though that sounds like so much paranoid (?) bs because I really can‘t see me carrying 2 rifles/calibers of ammo. Besides, if I don’t need it, John & company get another rifle with ammo.
Then John saw me sitting perfectly still and heard me say “you’ve got to be sh*tting me” and of course, wanted to know what I thinking about. Told him and he said the same thing, but Marcy who was close by, didn’t say/do anything about correcting his language….or mine. This led to a quick scramble for local phone books and listings of all the movie theaters in the area. And oh yeah, there was one just a few miles down the road from us which showed mainly old movies like Gone With The Wind, The Wizard Of Oz, etc. on a regular basis. John got someone he knew who had a car and gave us a ride. Last thing I wanted was more walking and didn’t even want to go to tell the truth. Come to find out, it was closed for the 4th of July weekend and it was still locked up! Had one of those sliding garage door panel things blocking off the entrance. The building had some very minor cracks in a couple places, but it was still structurally sound as far as I knew. Kind of shocked/surprised when Barry was able to open the lock so quick and come to find out he used to be a “locksmith” in his youth. I didn’t ask any more questions because of the way he said it.
Pearl Divers people wasted no time in getting that generator we had seen in the air and I went to the Col. about my idea….of course, trotting it before Blevins first. He kind of stared at me, then said he wanted to get this straight. I wanted to use a MILITARY generator to provide power to some movie theater so everyone could watch a movie AND kids getting some popcorn if they brought a coffee filter? Had told him how I thought it would be a good morale booster for everyone if we could even bring a little bit of normalcy to everyone. Off we go to see the Col. (with me waiting outside his office of course) while Blevins talked to him first. When the Col. came out, surprised the sh*t out of me when he said it was a great idea and shook my hand! Of course, maybe it helped that the guard got 2 of the 6x6’s from the HP buildings….not that Blevins or the Col. knows anything about the other 2 OR the 2 MRV’s.
So now there’s going to be a movie showing (hopefully) once a month. This place only showed the classics on Friday, Saturday and Sundays. The owner had closed the place for the 4th of July weekend as he (or she) figured they wouldn’t be doing much business. Thing is, this place wasn’t digitalized, if that’s the right word for it. The movies were actual films on reels, which meant we had to find someone to work the projector, then of course, making the popcorn, etc. Told that word about the free movie and popcorn for the kids got passed among everyone really quick. Was told it was one hell of a sight with people/kids lined up about 5-6 blocks long….and of course, all adults and even some kids carrying guns. It was a gimme that Wizard Of Oz be shown. From what I heard, a lot of the adults and kids were kind of shocked/amazed seeing it for the first time on the big screen when they had only seen it before on tv/dvd. Of course, had Barry haul a$$ to John, telling him what we had found and John wasted no time in getting some others involved in checking out other theaters. Some were damaged, but the amount of cr*p they did get made it worth while. Toilet paper, paper towels, liquid soap, popcorn, cooking oil, etc…. Now their supply of trade goods has really gone up and they offered me some of it, which I declined except for 6 candy bars that I’m going to send to 2 of to April. Wish I’d kept a roll or 2 of toilet paper, but the phone book takes care of business well enough and toilet paper’s a luxury to a lot of people. I made sure John/Marcy’s kids got candy before accepting any.
And here’s another rabbit hole that’s even scarier….no, try terrifying. And one I haven’t talked with Adams about, because it’s a REALLY insane idea/thought even for me. It’s the insanity that’s been happening with the Satanists/beasts since this sh*t started. From what I remember, very few people went ape sh*t when the quake hit, then the emp hits and after what, a day or so, people overall, really started going ape sh*t looting, etc.? As to the bikers, I thought at first they were running amuck simply because of lack of cops, communications, etc. But what about those who went after Stella’s boyfriend basically right after all this sh*t started? Wondering now if there aren’t others who were targeted and if so, who and by whom? Just remembered some of the ladies at the farms were targeted. Again, why? The bikers had all sorts of sh*t with them, but…is the word organized to strong to use? I mean, there’s organized and then there’s Organized and they seemed getting pretty close to, if not at, the 2nd meaning. Think I’ll talk with Sampson when I get a chance. And get tomorrow off, then heading for the train repair station north east of here on Monday.
August 18th Sunday Woodburn, Oregon Johns Trading Post
Was busier than sh*t basically all thru Saturday and surprised I got so much writing done. Was thinking of something, decided to try it before going to sleep and of course, got caught with my pants down….again. John had some razor blades and with a bit of duct tape, put one on the inside of my left arm near the armpit, the other on the inside part of my right thigh. Which meant having my shirt and pants off in the tent (Johns) while doing this. Thing is, Marcy didn’t know I was in it and she was a bit surprised/shocked to see hunched over with no shirt and my pants around my ankles….and of course, I haven’t been wearing any underwear for awhile. Christ, felt like it was Mom catching me beating off when I was a kid. John/Barry laughed their a$$es off when they heard about it.
Heard Marcy telling John earlier today they were going to need another batch of wood soon for their barbeques and they were running low on matches. This is one thing I was prepared for AT HOME and to a lesser degree, with bob. Asked if they had ever heard of a matchless fire or rocket stoves and of course, got stared at until I explained. I mean, cooking on a barbecue with wood is so inefficient. Thing is, there’s a sh*t load of trees being cut down and even with regular pickup trucks making runs to the forests east of here, this place has rapidly lost a lot of trees. So Barry, I and some others made a run to Home Depot and scarffed up a bunch of stuff while John had his kids and others start looking for places that would have potassium pomegranate and glycerin. He did have some petroleum jelly, cotton balls, those round make up remover pads and half a box of half melted candles. So I started showing them different things and realized how f*cking stupid I am when it comes to prepping because I KNOW there are preppers around here who know a lot more about all of this than me. So now having some of them show others how to survive in a different way. Like us hitting Ikea for bow saw material and those kitchen utensil holders to make hobo stoves. They’re also hitting Walmart/Kmart/other supermarkets now for these and other things. What a mother f*cker it was in trying to remember the YouTube video on how the guy did it. Had to use tin snips/file in making the first stove, but John’s got a little industry going now and think business is going to go really, really good for them. Also explained about using a side cutting can opener so the empty could be converted into stoves or cooking utensils which would be a lot lighter than a regular pot/pan. Another thing that Johns Marauders (as I call his kids) have been bringing all sorts of sh*t in. They figure better to get it now and find out it’s of no use than other wise later on. John gave me 2 of the hobo stoves which I’d rather use, saving the Coleman stove/propane for an emergency. Also got a alcohol stove, the kind I saw on Youtube that uses denatured or rubbing alcohol as fuel. Heard that yellow Kleer works better and because the bottle’s a bit smaller, got one of those. Doesn’t look like much, but figure it’s one more cooking option that won’t use my propane.
----------------- This chapter's 11 pages, 75 is only 5 which ends Andy being back in town for a little bit. 76 deals with what happens afterwards with me having 7 pages written up. 75 won't be entered for at least a week, maybe 2 as I want to get a couple of chapters ahead of the game. And yeah, real dream.
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Post by kaijafon on Feb 6, 2016 16:19:30 GMT -6
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Post by willc453 on Feb 14, 2016 14:07:58 GMT -6
The Layover Chapter 75 August 18th Sunday (contd) Woodburn, Oregon Johns Trading Post
It was good to see/talk with everyone once we got back. Surprised when I got a hug from Janet/Annette/ Stella which is a LOT better than bumping fists with the guys which is still kind of strange. I mean, bumping fists. Guess I must be REALLY old school in expecting to shake hands when meeting friends. Kind of surprised seeing Annette with Wyoming and I just kind of looked at the two of them, asking was this what they really wanted to do, I mean being together on this trip considering what may happen? They did and in a way I don’t blame ‘em, but worry what may happen if one gets hurt/in danger and how the other will react. Thing is, I KNOW if given the choice, I’d let one of the guys die (even Sampson) before letting any of the ladies getting killed. Gave the candy bars to Janet, Stella, Annette and Sampson, so he could give it to Cici later on. They KNOW better than to mention something like this to April….at least I hope they do because no doubt I’ll never hear the end of it even if she does get the other 2 via Kev and other stuff sent when I return to her. Janet and the guys went over to Mark/Donny’s place to get the girls food back and got a really nasty surprise. Janet and especially Annette, knew how pi$$ed I was about them doing this to the girls. Yeah I know, I know…..kicked to the curb and all of that, but can’t help myself. At least for now. Not the first time I’ve been told I’m not interested in you in that way, but after what we gone thru and the way I thought they were treating me and all of that….yeah, it still hurts.
Anyway, they went to their place and with no answer, Janet didn’t know what to do because she knew I’d go ape shit/hunting those f*ckers down even if I had to do it in the dark with a baseball bat. Figured I’d do my best not to kill them out right, but have ’em at least p*ss blood for a few weeks, maybe a month, along with a broken leg or arm....or two. Those guys were in shape and a sh*t load younger than me. Montana said he thought he heard a moan from inside the place, told the others about it, so he put his hand on the door handle, turned it and gave the door a “slight” shove….and Janet kind of snorted at his version. I told Montana that he was an outstanding pillar of community good will in making sure fellow citizens were not in some kind of life threatening danger such as being incapacitated or injured in this time of national crisis. Think it was Mutt who said he was glad he was wearing boots because it was getting deep. Jeff said with these 2 (me and Montana) make ’em hip boots. They (Janet, Mutt, Jeff and the 3 guys) got a bunch of shocks. It was a 4 bedroom place with 2 of the bedrooms and about half the livingroom/kitchen filled with supplies! Not just food, but lanterns, oil, over the counter medical supplies like aspirin, toothpaste/brushes, candles, etc. First thought was to kill those f*ckers for hustling the girls with all the sh*t they had, the 2nd was wondering if they were preppers, not that it would of made a difference to me. Janet and Reginald both said no, because everything had been bought within the last 9 months as they found lists of when, where, what, quantity, etc. of everything they had bought…at least for most of it. Told everyone that I had a list of everything I had bought and thought I might need so I knew what I had and what I needed extra of because I was prepping for 7 other people.
In the 3rd bedroom was a temple…no, wrong word. Shrine, maybe that‘s a better one. To Satan?! These mother f*ckers are devil worshippers AND hanging around my girls?! Asked Janet if they had found/killed them and they all looked uncomfortable, especially when she said no because she saw my face when I asked. Seems these 2 beat feet and thing is, no one knows where they went. They started checking the neighborhood and told while they were at their place, Mark/Donny happened to talk with a neighbor who told them the Army was at their place looking for them. Right after that, they were seen leaving in TWO large diesel pickups that had beds filled with stuff, but covered by a tarp while also pulling large, long trailers. Right off the bat, thought of that place they’re suppose to have in the mountains and of course, 50 to 1 both trucks have 4 wheel drive AND winches. Next thought was what was in the trailers that they could simply abandon so much food/supplies? Why didn’t they confront them, raising hell (no pun intended) about their place being broken into? I mean, even now, it’s NOT against the law to worship that a$$hole, though I’m sure word’s being passed around by the militia, the nuns, etc. on what’s been happening in Portland/area. And if lucky, they’ll get shot and if not, hung from the nearest tree/light pole. Altar, that’s the word I was trying to think of.
Was there more stuff inside the house, but hidden? Janet said she has Gary/the vets/their wives in the apartment complex keeping an eye on the girls which made me feel a little better, but… The vets & their wives got some of the supplies, the girls got their stuff back and the bulk of it went to Gary/Bill/Tom to distribute where needed, with some also going to the farm ladies and those still living in tents by that stream. Got the feeling a lot of it got given out really quick. Just hope they kept some of the stuff for the future when/if things go REALLY bad.
The trucks/trailers? It came from a SECOND home and it was also loaded with supplies, though not as much from what I understand. I get back, me and the farm ladies are going to have a talk about those 2 and hopefully I can track those f*cks down. Some where, there’s gotta be something written down about its location or someone who knows at least the general area of it. They’re on my sh*t list now along with in finding/dealing with those who hurt Patricia/Stella and the others being first. Of course, I really don’t care who I find first, just want to shorten that list to nothing. I hate my own, self made, long, honey do lists and do my best to get ‘em done asap.
This is really beginning to bother me. Run into a small group of ’em in Canby, then they crawl out of the woodwork (or really starting to) in Portland and now in Sheridan which is another small town? Something’s not right. The other thing is the amount of supplies those 2 had because from what I understood, the sh*t was all neatly stacked, most of it head high?! Christ, how much did they spend during this 9 month period….or longer? I’ve been prepping between 2-3 years and spent what, 20+ or so on food, meds, guns, ammo, etc., but from what I understood, they had something like 10 times as much, maybe more?
So, what set them off to prepping, especially like they did in past year or so? I only started prepping after seeing so much damage/chaos from Andrew/Katrina/ Sandy hurricanes, followed by the complete ineptness of the feds/state govt’s. in really getting help the people right afterwards. I’ve never read or saw on tv where…no, that’s not true. There are those who have decided to spend 65+ on an underground shelter alone. So maybe they decided something bad was going to happen and in going whole hog, just lucked out? But it still doesn’t make any sense….unless they have even MORE stuff at that place in the mountains? I mean so much, they could leave all this other stuff behind? In any case, want to find them asap and I’ll make f*cking sure they’re left with nothing!
If someone tells me they’re using a Ouija board to talk to Satan/the dead, I’d tell them to quit taking drugs or start taking some, cuz you’re f*cking wacko. Took the time to write/send a note to Adams about all of this, but also see if she could get all the receipts, etc. so we’d know exactly how much was spent and when, with Gary, etc. coming up with what they got from both places. Add to this is having their place really searched as in ripping out walls/ceilings, etc. out. Christ, a headache is NOT what I need right now, but starting to get one.
I dunno….some times I feel bad inside because of some of the things I started keeping from dead beasts. What ever ammo we find tends to get split among us and I’ve only kept what I’ve used in combat. Of course, send what I can back to the ladies at the farms because I figure they need it most of all. And it’s ANY caliber I can get because I figure they can trade it if they can’t use it for something they need. And when I can, some goes to Gary and Helen. Realize now how badly I f*cked up in not having stuff in my newest bob. No more “oh, I’m going on a short trip, so I don’t need much” attitude.
Know it can’t carry as much as Alice, but surprised how much I can carry, so taking stuff others don’t have a need for/want or there are spares. Like Boy Scout type knives….now have 5, not that I need that many. But was thinking of the guys/ Janet/her guys. Surprised beasts even knew what a P-38/P-51 was, much less what they were good for. Several dozen of them, with John getting a bunch of ’em. Yeah, everyone’s got can openers, but they’re the kitchen type, not the kind you can stick on your key ring, in your pocket, etc.
Picked up a couple of cooking sets that Kev says are called tiffins or billy tins? One’s a pot, the other a pan, along with a 2 bowl kind of thing that’s in a net. Apparently the Indians/Pakistanis use ‘em as lunch boxes, but thinking I can cook in ‘em as they‘re stainless steel. If they work out okay, it’ll beat the sh*t out of that Boy Scout type cooking set which I left with John to trade for what ever. Smaller bowl fits on top of the slightly bigger one and got all 3 items stuffed with stuff just to reduce the space used and of course, noise. Surprised at the amount/variety of military bags (he calls them pouches) John had and got a couple of what’s called a subsistence mre pouch which will hold 3 meals or so. Got the cooking sets which are in the pouch, strapped to my latest bob. Got my sleeping bag strapped to the handle of what I’m going to call blue bob via a couple of leather belts. Awkward as sh*t, but figure on cutting up one of them and sewing the straps to the bottom of blue bob to hold the bag at the bottom instead of the top.
These things are what he says is Molle gear…I knew the Army went to a different gear carrying system, just didn’t know what it was called or ever had a chance to really look it over. This was when I realized this is what everyone in the guard’s been carrying from time to time. Grabbed a couple other pouches in different sizes and got them strapped on too….just never know when/where/what I might find to use/give to others. Kept 2 Mora knives which seem like general purpose knives, but are well made/quite sharp. One went into a pouch, the other is strapped to the gurkha’s sheath. I’d of kept more for John, etc., but Kev and his guys wanted ‘em along with those types I call Bowie/Rambo knives. Even able to get/keep a couple of those small “V” shape knife sharpeners.
One of the beasts we killed had a 2 bit axe and kind of threw me off because the handle was so short until I realized it was made this way because it had a hole drilled at the far end of the handle. And it was like I was picking up another form of the gurkha. Doesn’t have a sheath, but with a leather thong/strip tied around my belt, the ax hangs without bothering me when I walk/move. Made sure I could grab it with the smaller back pack on. Just something about it feels right. Kev thought I was getting into some sort of Rambo attitude because the way I swung it from time to time right after I found it. Told him no, wasn’t anything like that. It was like the gurkha being a surgical knife (he snorted at that one), while the ax was like a 48” running chain saw. The worst thing about it is, while it feels right, the axe head is too small. More like a kids toy than an actual axe. Much as I like it, leaving it with John to see if he could find a full sized, double bit ax and handle. Think I’ll cut off/whittle the full size handle down to a lot smaller length and with a regular axe head we, when I do whack something, it shouldn’t get stuck in some beasts neck like the gurkha did. Maybe I can learn how to throw it like a tomahawk? Something to think about.
Asked and the ladies/nuns had no interest in the ferro/magnesium rods, along with those fire starter things. While Kev did for his people, I still got some spares to pass out. The ladies/nuns/Kev’s people basically kept all the matches/lighters we’ve found, but got to keep most of the chew. Kev/his guys knew how a lot of Americans chew, so was thinking of it as a luxury item. I remembered Socrates did, so he’s getting 4 cans, which from what I understand, is worth a fortune per John, so he got a few cans along with some being sent to Helen/George, Gary and the ladies at the farms. Even kept the opened tins, which John was quite happy to get. And while we got real cigarettes (and NOT that menthol crap), they’re going dry/ burning up really quick. Broke up 3 packs to mix in with the stuff I use for my pipe, with the other pipe smokers doing the same to their packs.
John had some tarps (plastic and canvas) and showed him/the kids how to make a 3 sided tent that could be sealed off. They now know why I insisted in getting all the 1” pvc piping we got at that Home Depot along with jugs of that potassium stuff. Not that there was that much pvc, because a lot of it’s being used to carry water from once place to another, usually downhill. John did have a couple of bottles of glycerin and after a bit, showed them how the matchless fire system worked. Surprised the sh*t out of everyone on that one. As to the tarps, basically everyone’s using them mainly as overhead shelter. I remember seeing on the net about 30 different tent/shelter variations you can make with a tarp, but simply can’t remember them. Another thing John added to the list he’ll give to the local preppers. And John’s going to be busy trying to grab as many tents as possible in the Portland area. These are from FEMA, Red Cross, etc. that everyone abandoned after the emp hit. Not that the beasts left anything of value and smell of dead bodies is kind of bad. No doubt some of them have been laying inside the tents since shtf/beast attacks.
A bunch of us went into Portland/surrounding area attempting to get any/every-thing we could get our hands on. Did good at the 99 cent/Dollar Tree stores as who thinks of grabbing those disposable aluminum pans, cooling racks or the metal pie tins or what ever they are? Figure those will last forever vs. plastic plates. They never thought of cooking food in them on a barbeque or modifying a pan so you have a portable and if need be, disposable barbeque with a cooling rack on top of the pan as a grill or using the rack on a couple of rocks. Or opening a can by rubbing it on a flat surface. Put some ping pong balls rolled up in some aluminum foil to make a crude smoke bomb. That one I showed to Barry and the people with me. They didn’t think it had any real purpose, but I think it does because what happens when the real smoke grenades run out? Also snagged every one of those cheap, clear plastic painters tarps we could find because I saw/grabbed all the tarp grabber thingy’s at Home Depot and later on, Lowes. John got most of ‘em. We got a real surprise hitting the Sherwin-Williams store….a$$ holes had trashed the store, spilling paint every where along with graffiti sprayed every where. Thing is, they NEVER took any of the cheap canvas painter tarps! Had hoped for toilet paper, etc., but nothing. They’re not water proof as I told John, but figured what the f*ck….better a shelter that might leak than none at all. He was wondering if there’s some way to waterproof it and I have no idea except for him to try that weather wood sealing stuff.
And Marines…god damn it, they’re like a hoard of locusts doing their thing during the time of Moses & Egypt. John’s got 9 of them working with him and we filled up 3 pickup trucks and a van with sh*t, all within a couple of hours. Thing is, they called him via cb to send out more trucks/troops once they understood what I was looking for and the value of it. He did, but to other sections of the city/area.
From Michael’s, got a bit more brass wire which was to be used making necklaces/bracelets, along with brass tubing with Kev showing everyone a quick course on how to make garrotes and snares. Of course, all the candles/wax was one. As to the brass tubing, showed how much easier it is to blow air thru a tube on a bunch of coals than doing it face first and getting a bunch of ashes in your face/eyes. Kept some for us. Johns guys are also going to be hitting Walmart, Kmart, etc. for the wire, kitchen tool holders, etc. Mainly shop at Walmart so it was a pain in the a$$ to mentally wander thru one, figuring out what was where and how everyone could find/use it.
----------------- Okay, added some stuff, so you got a little over 6 pages on this chapter instead of 5. 76 is at 8 pages, 77 at 3+. Just not sure if I'm going to add stuff partially written up to that chapter or not. If I do, 77 will quickly go to 8 pages. This is it for 2 weeks unless I can get 3 chapters ahead of the game, with the 4th started.
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Post by kaijafon on Feb 20, 2016 8:18:22 GMT -6
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Post by willc453 on Feb 25, 2016 20:14:31 GMT -6
The Layover Chapter 76 August 20th Tuesday Some where in Oregon
F*ck me….don’t believe HS is after my a$$. Word has it I stole “classified material” along with Luthor really after my a$$ because of us/the militia taking everything at the 2 HS buildings in Portland, which is going a under raiding/looting of govt. property charge. Not that they’re going to get the buildings/ supplies back. Must really p*ss him off in not having the ability/forces to take ‘em back just like when they tried that sh*t about the trains. Of course, no one else has been hit with these charges. The “classified material” must be the ham booklet thing on Sanchez’s desk or that list of HS buildings. Thing is, neither of them were marked in anyway other than having HS’s name/logo on them from what I remember. At least I haven’t heard anything (yet) about the guards “requisitioning” parties at the HS supply depots in/around Salem. No doubt I’ll get whacked on that one too. Got the feeling Luthor’s been told of me taking/having those 2 HS guys I.D.’s even though I said I got rid of ‘em and of course, their weapons. And knowing Luthor, he’s probably had a bunch of people wading thru that pond looking for them. Which makes me wonder….did Tracey say anything about the guns as she was there when I took them from that building? The one good thing about all of this is everyone in our Portland party hasn’t been identified in any way.
With one thing and another, hoping Chevon will make good on taking care of the dead militia families, but no idea how many (total) got wounded or died fighting beasts. Last I heard was we lost 3 horses, which of course, got or will be eaten within the next day, two at most. Also wondering if Chevon will intercede for me in any way in dealing with Luthor. He can’t prove sh*t, but the way that man thinks, you’re guilty until proven innocent. At least she’s getting some of her paper work/computer discs via the militia, though I’m told some discs were damaged. That should make some brownie points for the militia. Patricia’s taking my bow/arrows back to April and forgot to ask John if he knew anyone who can make ‘em or has any for trade. Probably none for trade the way my luck goes.
It was John’s kids telling me about HS thank God, because some a$$ hole told them where I might be. And it just occurred to me…WHO said I was at that HS building? Could have been one of the wounded militia coming back to town, the beast ladies, etc., but could that mean HS has people in Woodburn? Really can’t see any of ’em walking around in their black uniforms with HS markings on them unless there‘s a d*mn good reason…. like coming after me or in Salem/that area. So is HS now employing spies…or maybe they’ve been there all the time? Knowing the govt., think I’ll go with the 2nd thought, especially after reading some of the HS docs in the building. Just wish I had thought of keeping a set for everyone to read. I’m just hoping none of the militia decided it would make good a$$ wipe.
Fortunately I wasn’t there when they came around, as Barry sent a couple of girls to find me. Made a wide circle to avoid the 6 HS people and when we got to the guys, Janet, etc.; told them mount up, we’re leaving NOW….and kept walking to find Pearl Diver as I wanted us all out of town ASAP. She wasn’t around, but Slydog was and agreed to give us a ride in the back of a rhino pup a few miles east of town.
Of course, Esmeralda/Emily didn’t know whether to sh*t or go blind when this started going down…especially since all their gear was back at Johns! All they had with them was their rifles and some stuff on their web gear….no backpack, etc. that they would normally carry. Load bearing pack is what I think it’s called. And of course, neither was going to leave me while they went back for it. Had them tell the kids where their stuff was at, what it looked like and bring it back to where we were to meet everyone else. Esmeralda/Emily thought that one of them should go back and I said go right ahead….and I WON’T let you know where we’re going to wait for our stuff. Told both that since someone’s squealed on me, they MIGHT know that I now have 2 FEMALE MILITARY women around me all the time and I don’t think they’ll be thinking the 3 of us are lovers….right? (they both had icky faces on that last part) Do you want to take the chance of HS following either one of you back to me? Besides, no one’s going to look at a bunch of kids on bikes with stuff and certainly not hassle ‘em when they’re armed. Both decided not to return to Johns camp. Thing is, after we hooked up, they never understood why I ALWAYS had blue bob with me with all its stuff hooked/strapped/tied to it, but they do now.
They had no idea what happened in Portland or Salem and once the gang was together, gave them a short version of it. I was a bit surprised when Emily said she was aghast(?!)at the thought I took something off someone’s desk like I did, ESPECIALLY since it was HS (therefore, govt.) material. Esmeralda wanted to know if there were any supplies at the HS building and told her how it got divided up. She thought the guard was the best to handle/get all of it (because I was also in the guard) and told her the guard wasn’t there, they didn’t pay a price in blood and lives for it. Add to the fact that no doubt HS would have ordered the guard to return it since it was their property to begin with and so, the guard would of lost it and HS could go f*ck itself. Reginald told ‘em I tended to think/do things in the MOST irregular officer way. He smiled when he said this, so I took it as a compliment which meant a lot to me coming from him. Later on, Sampson, Montana and Socs took great delight in telling those 2 what I had everyone doing after the emp hit in McMinnville, etc. Sampson/I were a bit uncomfortable when April/the ranch were mentioned, but Janet/Stella kind of surprised me when they stuck up for us, saying I was trying to do the best for many women in a bad situation. When it came to me being a Lt., they had wondered about that as neither Acorn or Blevins never told them how it came to be, other than I enlisted for the duration due to “contingencies of the emergency.” They stared at me like I had 3 heads. At least no one brought up anything about the girls other than we helped escort a bunch of them else where. One thing about everyone, when they heard me say we’re leaving NOW, with the 3 of us continuing to walk past them, they didn’t f*ck around. Of course, I had to do very little explaining because as soon as I said there was “some concern” by HS and some “misplaced documents/equipment”, Janet/Reginald both just shook their heads, with Janet saying they didn’t need to hear any more because Sampson/Stella had already told them what went down between me and Luthor and of course, word‘s been spread by returning militia. Heard them 2 talking with the 2 girls on what went down in Salem in more detail.
Slydog was to pass the word to Blevins to bring the 2 6x6’s/troops to us so we can head for the train repair depot, which hopefully, should only take us 4-5 hours. Which is good, because my back’s beginning to hurt just from walking. And of course, if the roads/any bridges are in good shape we can just head straight to this place. Asked the girls to ask John for a couple of spare Oregon maps if he had any. He did and I passed them to Janet/Reginald, while keeping 1. They also got the 2 sets of binoculars from HS. Thought of keeping one, but carrying enough sh*t as it is.
Was surprised when the kids caught up with us because it should of only taken maybe 2 of them to bring my stuff…how about 8 (on bikes) because Marcy tossed in a bunch of canned goods, some phone books and other things. Three kids acted as guards for the other 5 as people will steal from a kid quicker than they would from an adult. But of course, they were all armed, if not with guns; knives. Had the feeling they knew how to use the pointy end with John being an ex-Marine and all of that.
Kept the phone books, but tried refusing the rest. The kids said I HAD TO take it and told them, no, I didn’t and I left everything else in the bags on the ground except for the Portland/my stuff. F*ck me if I’m going to take food from them when they’re feeding so many kids. That’s when one of the kids (Jeannie?) gave me a note from Marcy. Note basically said not only was this food part of the “profit” from setting them up to begin with, with this food, she hoped it would help US (she emphasized that word) on our mission which was to get the trains running so we could get more food for everyone in Oregon via the potato farms/cattle ranches. Checked with everyone and they’re down to 3 days of mre’s and find out that the guard is running low because they've been trying to feed their own. So took it and asked them to thank Marcy for us. Was a bit shocked to find a 20 pound bag of rice and a bunch of ziplock type bags included. Divy’d that up among everyone to supplement their mre’s. So we’re going to be under the gun in not only trying to find out what’s happening at the train place, but getting to the nearest potato/cattle place food wise real soon. Think we’ve got 3 days worth of food from Marcy.
Thing is, found out John & company aren’t doing as bad as I first thought because the kids explained that after I had originally left John, etc., back in July, everyone quickly realized they couldn’t use everything, especially the vegetable/ flower seeds not only from that Home Depot, but there was Walmart, Ace Hardware, etc. They got a lot more shovels, etc. and became part owners in other gardens by those who would plant/care/harvest the crops. Not only will they get more food in return, but John was making sure they had seed available for the next planting. With the horses left behind back in July, they got 2 plows (someones yard decorations) and really started tearing up the land, again, getting part of the future crop. That’s what fooled me…..while they had a lot of stuff, I simply didn’t see that much in way of canned/packaged food. Come to find out they’ve taken over an abandoned home with a fire place. The pound ladies watch over the babies/smaller kids there, though John still has to keep people in camp to watch their stuff.
And I’m hoping that it was an oxygen tanker that Stella saw from the air during her trip. It’s a bit south east of here, but Pearl Diver’s got some people going out that way as there were other trucks/trailers that were abandoned after being hit by the emp. But from what Stella said, the road’s are messed up in places, so some construction equipment is going too in order to level the ground. I just hope they don’t come across any broken bridges.
Earlier, while still in town, got a military folding shovel aka e-tool w/cover and it took me a bit to realize e stood for entrenching. That’s strapped to blue bob. Along with some canvas sheets I got from that Sherwin Williams store, couple of pvc pipes cut down in length with connectors to use as tent poles. As light as the plastic/canvas are, I can make us 6 separate shelters. Thing is, am I carrying too much sh*t? Think it weighs around 24 pounds, something I can carry with no problem….at least I could when my left shoulder wasn’t f*cking with me. That and other stuff got tossed into the truck. Got the e-tool when I had Blevins go with me to the guards supply room for another canteen. Barry was surprised to see me using a file (which I kept along with 2 smaller/finer ones) on the shovels edge until John told him why…..he looked surprised I knew that little trick with me being a wing wiper. I said yeah, I might be a wing wiper, but I’m a NASTY wing wiper.
Offered/took what the Army calls its MSS (military sleep system) along with what‘s called a Molle II backpack, but left that at Johns. It’s apparently 2 sleeping bags which are used depending on the weather (down to -10?!) and some how they’re suppose to fit together and the 2 of them fit inside what’s called a bivy bag which is suppose to be water proof. Never even thought of taking my sleeping bag when going on my “brief” airplane ride, so Molle’s now strapped to the bottom of blue bob. As to the Molle II, was thinking of April….if something bad happens and we have to run (I‘m thinking Yreka), she can use Alice and we have blue bob as a spare/backup for us/ someone else. Hope to Christ it NEVER comes to that. One thing I really wanted/got was back to having 2 canteens which may be going over board a bit as there’s water all over Oregon, but I’m thinking what if…. Also thinking what if some of her ladies want to go with us? Another headache to think about as in seeing about getting some guns/ammo to leave at the ranch if this does happen?
Oh yeah….those two about wet their panties in their excitement of finally “finding” me. I think I did it (keeping out of their sight) more to teach them a lesson. The other was I was hauling a$$ around everywhere after coming back and with those 2, they’d no doubt want to play 20 questions. Why are we going here, what use is this for, is this legal, etc. Of course everyone (John/Pearl Divers people) helped out a lot in sending those 2 in every direction but where I was really at. Think those HS people kind of pi$$ed off people with their attitude (we’re from the govt. and you WILL co-operate) in trying to find me. Got the feeling Blevins really chewed some a$$ about them not finding me for a couple of days. After meeting the Col. about the generator/movie bit, I hauled a$$ to get off base as there was a lot more things I wanted to do/find and with the Bobsey twins with me, it meant less room in a vehicle for what ever we might find…..and of course, reporting to Blevins in great detail of my activity/“acquisitions“. Think Blevins was under the impression the girls were waiting for me at the main gate as when he asked me about them, said they should be at the main gate waiting for me….or do I need them as an escort while on base too? He said no. As it was, jumped in a base dumpster for a few minutes as they literally walked by me, b*tching how unfair it was for Blevins to blame them for me being missing. After all, was it their fault the airplane got shot down? Wasn’t till I got that guard gear with Blevins that they did catch up with me. I thought it a bit odd at the time that Blevins would issue the gear to me while he had the supply guy “do an errand.” Which was okay, because I was pretty much finished with everything. And yeah, the girls were a bit pi$$ed when we did meet, but didn’t/couldn’t really say anything about it.
Shortly after returning to town, did I enjoy the look on Blevins face when I called out to him, saying Sgt. Major Blevins, on me….with me pumping my fist up and down. Well, he comes over and already I KNOW he’s waiting to put me down if not now, some time in the future. Told him WE need 2 drivers who can keep their mouths shut and transportation. He looked at me, I looked back at him and then said we need this NOW, Sgt. Major, not tomorrow. Oh man, was he ticked now and I KNEW he wanted to know what was going on, but wouldn‘t ask….probably hoping what ever it was, it would blow up in my face. But he got it done with us taking off in a Humvee, the first time I’ve ever been in one. Gave directions to where the 2 6x6’s were at and I had the guard people stay with the Humvee while he and I walked around a corner and that’s when he saw the 6x6’s. He just kind of stood there with his jaw kind of open and I’d swear to God I thought I heard his teeth click when he closed this jaw.
Said remember not long ago, there was an “irregularity” on some mre’s that were possible missing? When he nodded, I said the Oregon Army national guard has a VERY serious problem with accounting of it’s equipment as obviously this is guard equipment and of course, there’s a lot of guard supplies in said vehicles. I’m sure you can find the appropriate paperwork, registration or what ever it’s called to show these vehicles have been with this unit for a number of years…correct? And of course, the supplies in said vehicles? Oh yeah, he’d get right on it in finding all documentation on said vehicles and seeing they were properly marked with Oregon NG unit markings, along with the supplies accounted for due to someones horrendous clerical error. He was so happy in seeing this stuff, he never thought to ask where the girls were! No doubt he regretted that till he sic’d them back on me.
Of course, we kept the 60’s/50’s for the militia, along with the other 2 6x6’s/both MRV’s and a bunch of the supplies from the 2 HS buildings. They’re going to be modified/used as gun ships like in Vietnam with the MRV’s used as scouts/ambulances when everyone’s being shot at, along with general hauling stuff. Had to do a lot of talking with the militia about coughing up these vehicles and some of the supplies, especially the medical stuff. More than one militia felt they should keep everything (except what we kept) as they had paid for it in blood and lives. But once again, more than one person in the militia knew someone in the guard or had help given to them by the guard and I think their words, more than mine, turned the tide. Thing is, I gotta remember what I’m saying to whom….kind of forgot that Blevins had his crew hitting the HS supply stores down south….and no doubt, Acorn and his crew too. Hopefully, Luthor’s getting a migraine from all this, or better yet, a good a$$ chewing from higher up. As to Pamela, feel like a REALLY stupid a$$hole. I KNEW she looked familiar, but like I wrote/thought earlier, was thinking maybe she had some connection with Englands royal family….you know, like maybe some niece/cousin connection…..or maybe even she was a famous actress or daughter of one in England. Funny thing is, only “real” thought I had later on was maybe she was one of Jane Seymours daughters! Yeah, it was that English accent of hers that got me to thinking of her that way. It was Socrates who put me wise….though that little f*ck had a laugh at my expense when he actually rapped on my forehead TWICE, saying hello McFly, anyone home? Man, got p*ssed because I knew I was missing something, but didn’t know what.
We (the guys) were standing together just after we got back to town and I was telling them a REAL short version of what happened when Pamela comes walking up to talk to me. Happen to see Socrates standing there…and his mouth is wide open! Told him, he’s never goin’ to get a date while drooling like the local village idiot at Pamela. Asked if I knew her and said yeah, she’s one of the people I met after my little airplane ride. What threw me off was his saying she looked just like her and asked him what was he mumbling about? That’s when he rapped my forehead and when I didn’t respond, asked what was my favorite video game? Said Tomb Raider of course, so what’s this got to do with Pamela? When he said put her in boots, tight shorts/shirt, long braided hair….BINGO! How about she was to be the new Lara Croft rep?! Mother f*cker…before everything went to sh*t, Activision (?) rebooted the series and had someone new to portray Lara at the various game/comic book/fantasy conventions. With the emp thing, it’s moot point now as earlier, kept putting off buying the latest game because I’ve never finished the previous dozen or so. Some die hard Croft fan I am. Never knew what this new one looked like before everything hit the fan.
Introduced them, but hope it made an impression on her because I told her if he’s guarding my back, the only way I’ll ever get a bullet or knife in it is because he’s dead. He wants to meet you, so treat him right, please. Also told Soc’s the same thing about Patricia. Before walking away, told him to be careful around her because she‘ll eat all your cookies as she‘s one of those Winnebago Indian tribal girls. He had no idea what I was talking about, but thought it would be a good ice breaker…you know, something for them to start talking about. Don’t know if Socs is hoping to just get laid or not….got the feeling not because of the way he looked at her. Goin’ to see if I can find a pair of rose colored glasses for him to give to her. Sneaky b*tch….. must have been laughing her a$$ off the few times we talked about me playing Tomb Raider and what I thought of Lara. Going to be a long time before she gets any more cookies from me.
Oh yeah…..and threw Esmeralda for a loop. She thought I was some kind of pervert. Didn’t know when Blevins would show up, so I was working on one of the wooden balls when she asked what I was doing and of course, at the time, had my back to her. Knew Sampson was curious, but wanted it to be a surprise to everyone. What can I say….the devil made me do it, okay? Told her I was playing with my balls and did she want to see them? Oh man, she got p*ssed and started stomping off to probably talk to Emily. Of course, Sampson being Sampson and knowing me, he came over and kind of loomed over me, asking why was I trying to carve a wooden ball, was it for some kid? Of course, Sampson with his big voice, the jig was up…sh*t. So everyone came over to see what I was doing and explained how I thought having a bolo might come in handy. Said at my age/physical condition, damn near everyone can outrun me and there may come a time I don’t want to shoot someone/thing and hope this’ll do the trick. Esmeralda got a bit pi$$ed in wanting to know why didn’t I just say I was working on making a bolo instead of saying what I said. Told her, can I help it if you left yourself wide open? Girl’s got no sense of humor.
Thing is, I could see in their eyes that this was something different weapon wise, but actual practicality? Nope. Janet told Esmeralda/Emily how while I tended NOT to do things in a customary way, I always have a reason for it, including the time I rudely fondled her breasts while trying to sell her as a sex slave to those he calls beasts! Mother f*cker! Or burning alive 5 beasts in a Greyhound, using a gallon can of nail polish remover in Canby. Boy, do I remember that one….made me really happy hearing them scream as they burned to death, especially after I made sure NOBODY killed them out of mercy. Those 2 turned to me and boy, were their eyes big when Janet finished explaining why I did what I did to her, then later, what we found at the farm. Of course, those 2 were thinking I burned a Greyhound bus until Sampson explained. The only reason he knew was because I told him later what kind of vehicle it was. Am I the only guy here who knows anything about WW 2 Army equipment? And man, something like that would of come in real handy, but things are what they are. Cr*p….isn’t there a military museum somewhere around here? Or was it some guys military vehicle collection I’m thinking of? Maybe one might be listed in one of the bigger phone books at the library?
Hydroplanes…why did that thought pop up? No, wrong word…hovercraft, that’s it. Any around here? From what I remember, they can also be used (carefully) also on land. Can they be made or maybe even those swamp boats used in Florida? We’re stuck between traveling on land or water and at least with water, you could get a lot further destination wise, then hit the land on foot. F*ck, why didn’t I think of using a boat to go upriver as I think the railroad repair place isn’t far from the river. F*ck, f*ck, f*ck. And I wasn’t about to take another airplane ride for awhile. F*ck that sh*t. Didn’t want to, but talked with Janet/Reginald about my f*ck up/ideas. Made me feel just a little bit better that they hadn’t thought of using a boat either since both being Army, used to doing things via land and no idea where we’d even look for hovercraft if they even existed around here.
--------------- Thought I'd toss the next chapter in a few days early. Have 2 more done, with 3rd going. So it's going to be another week at least before another is posted.
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Post by kaijafon on Mar 5, 2016 10:27:23 GMT -6
thanks so much! did I forget? has he even been HOME??? lol!
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Post by willc453 on Mar 6, 2016 19:39:57 GMT -6
If you mean back to April, no. Remember, when he took his "quick & easy" airplane sight seeing tour, he/the pilot got shot down, then just busy trying to stay alive, while helping those he found in/around Portland and then eventually leaving for the train repair depot. He looks at it as being kind of on the road again and he knows he has to get stuff moving, so no time or real reason to get back to her until he does get things moving. As of thinking of her, oh yeah....but that comes in during another chapter which will be some time this weekend or 2 weeks after I submit another chapter this weekend.
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Post by pbbrown0 on Mar 7, 2016 15:46:40 GMT -6
Just have to say how much I really like your story, and also your style. I really appreciate the hard work you have put into this series. Keep it up and stay ready.
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Post by willc453 on Mar 15, 2016 2:04:01 GMT -6
The Layover Chapter 77 August 20th Tuesday (contd) Some where in Oregon
During my returns to Portland/area, in a small shopping mall, found a toy store that had been damaged, but not looted. Got 6 sling shots, 9 rubber replacement tubes and picked up BAGS of marbles along with coloring books/crayons. Kept 3 shots and 3 replacement tubes, thinking it was kind of like a bow/arrow thing, not that it would actually kill someone. At least I don’t think so, unless you hit them on the side of the head close up. Or shoot someone in the a$$ to get their attention. But more than anything else, they’re quiet and of course, with rocks everywhere… Can you kill a rabbit with these? No doubt if you hit a quail, you’d severely cripple it, if not outright kill it. Herbert and Timmy are getting a shot along with 50 marbles each via Kev. John got everything else, while I kept about 200 or so marbles, while some of Johns kid got the coloring books/crayons, others went to the kids at the farms. Kind of funny in a way….think I must of grabbed 200 pounds+ worth of stuff, but when I left Johns place, maybe I had 15-20 of it? Also showed John how a crayon could be used as a candle and chapstick on a cotton ball/pad as another form of fire starting.
And kind of feeling bad in helping John and the others. Why? Because I’m sure there’s a lot of other people that are worse off than them, but I don’t know ‘em. I mean, knowing who they are or their situation, so finding myself helping those that I do know. Or maybe I’m getting some sort of tribal feeling…that is, if those are the right words to use. You know, us vs. them, with them being unknown.
Oh cr*p….did I f*ck up in sending Herbert the shot/marbles? Like maybe the girls will think I’m trying to weasel my way back? I mean, I did give the boy the wallet, etc. Had to think about that one….you know, maybe doing it sub-consciously? Finally decided no, but maybe I should watch myself a little more closely in the future. I asked and everyone said I was never mentioned when they found all that stuff at Donnys/ Marks and returned the girls food back to them. Which made me feel good because the last thing I want is the girls finding out that in my own way, I’m watching ‘em, the other, everyone that checked out Marks/ Donny’s places get a sh*t load of thanks. Thought, but didn’t ask Montana/Annette what Jennifer said/ thought of the wallet, etc. that Herbert got. Figured if I don’t ask, it wouldn’t bring up any awkward reply.
Asked if they told them about those 2 being devil worshippers and they had. Scared the sh*t out of the 3 of them I‘m told. Thing is, Annette said that Helen told the girls their food wouldn’t of been scammed if I had been around and certainly not allowing devil worshippers near them/Herbert. Thing is, feel kind of sorry for the girls and all I can hope for is they’re more careful in the future. Think Abbey will keep an even closer rein/eye on ’em from now on. Annette said Helen really tore into them about them treating me like they did and when she/Helen left, they didn’t look too good. Thing is, Abbey never spoke up for the girls while they were being told off. Wonder if she had a few words with them afterwards…or what was said when they came back from the farm? Thing is, don’t think they’ll ever ask me to come back and if they did, how could I leave April after all she’s done for me? So I owe her…f*ck, what a tangled web/mess. The other thing being would the kisses/hugs/holding hands be real? After what happened…..
When I saw everyones expressions about my bolo idea, asked Esmeralda/Emily if they really wanted to work on making bola’s and they kind of hesitated till Janet told them that I expect people to tell the truth whether I liked it or not. They had no interest in ’em, but thought the caltrops MIGHT come in handy, though it’s something neither ever thought of using/being issued. Thing is, one of the bags John sent had a shit load of ’em. must have been 100-200 and he went a different route. Instead of using nails like I thought of, he went to using the largest of those “U” shaped nails. Straightened them out a little bit, a quick touch of a electric welder and instant caltrops. Everyone but Emily/Esmeralda got some as they had gotten some earlier from me.
And got a severe beating in humility/being sexist. Everyone but Sampson had wandered off with him wanting to know what other things I had “acquired” while in Portland/that area as he was surprised to hear that as soon as I came into town with everyone, I left to go back. Told him I wanted to hit every place possible while the beasts were busy running for their lives for what ever I could find that might help everyone, including ourselves. The tear gas/smoke grenades got distributed among them and told them about the ping pong smoke grenades I had made. Only tried the one earlier just to make sure I finally had it right. Just too damn precious to use another for demonstration purposes. Left the extra balls with John and what they could be used for. Says he’ll see if he can get more aluminum foil and make more for us. Hmm…wonder if I could stuff some in a can with some type of lid that has a hole in the lid. Light the balls, pop the lid on and maybe the smoke would be able to pass thru the hole as an actual stream of smoke?
But when I pulled out the sling shot, Sampson got all excited, saying he used to have one as a kid, so I called out to the guys, saying hey, any of you guys want to shoot a slingshot and of course, they did. Thing is, I passed the 3 of ‘em to the guys, not thinking about Janet/Annette/Stella and my 2 watch dogs. I mean, what do girls know about slingshots? Of course, some feminist would probably say the only reasons boys/men like sling shots is because it looks like the bottom part of a womans sexual area when the shot is turned upside down. We used a tree as our target which was about 50-60 feet away and at least I nicked it. As to the others…they didn’t even come close and talking smack about each others “shooting“ abilities…or lack of. Of course, Janet and the girls came wandering over and didn’t say a word while we were shooting. Made me feel bad inside that I hadn’t even offered them a chance to shoot, but like I was thinking….
Thing is, got my first warning of things to come when Janet clasped her hands together, cocked her head AND batted her eyes, asking if they could give it a try, “even though we’re just girls.” Esmeralda/Emily didn’t even come close, while Stella hit it 3 times out of 10. But holy sh*t, Janet/Annette hit the f*cker dead center again and again, while I kept nicking the tree (about half the time), coming closer each time in hitting it dead center, the guys they got a little better, but it was obvious who was getting the spare shots, so I handed the 2 shots to them along with a bunch of marbles as us guys kind of slunk away in shame. At least the girls had the decency not to say anything about our shooting ability….but the looks they gave us was almost as bad as saying something and it didn’t help when the 5 high fived each other, KNOWING we saw them doing this. Of course, they didn’t know about the spare tubes, so the guys (Montana, Sampson and Reginald) are going to be busy making their own shots and practicing of course. Wonder if Montana’s going to keep his sling shot making a secret or get Annette to show him how it’s done….and how come she’s so d*mn good with it? Of course, if she tells him, hoping he’ll pass the word to us guys.
Kind of surprised how quick paperbacks and those thin, how to cook quick and easy kind of meals books have become a barter item as another form of toilet paper. Thing is, you gotta really ruffle/soften ‘em up (the cookbooks), other wise they’re kind of hard on the a$$ when you wipe. Thing is, got 3 paperbacks from John because I told him I was going to read ’em and NOT wipe my a$$ with ’em. One is the complete works of Thomas Paine and from the blurb I read on the back of the book, to some, he was considered a gifted writer in explaining why Americans had to fight against King George, to others, a wild eyed, radical liberal….and of course, a traitor to the crown. Only reason I took them was because I knew we’d have a truck to haul extra gear with which also included some frying pans and pots. Was thinking we might find/barter for food and would need something to cook it in.
Gave Montana/Annette one of the hobo stoves as a kind of/sort of wedding present along with 2 ferro rods, a lighter, half a box of those big wood matches, 2 Boy Scout type knives and 2 P-51‘s. Once I told everyone how the stoves could be used, they understood how valuable it could be. Keeping 1, with it and the other being shared by everyone. Also passed out the 4 cooling racks and other odds/ends taken from Portland/surround area…well, the majority of it. The rest I was saving for a surprise later on.
From a dead beast, keeping the Colt Jungle Commander. I mean, this is a HUGE f*cking knife with a 9 1/4 inch blade. Again, this thing felt right as soon as I picked it up and I‘ve NEVER been one of those Rambo/Bowie kind of knife lovers. You know, the bigger the knife, the lower your ego is….or trying to make up for a short dick. As to the 2nd, that AIN’T something I’ve got because I’ve got the teeth/nail marks on my body from me and April being together. Problem is, I can carry only so much sh*t, but wasn’t about to let it go/leave with John. It was like it was telling me that I NEEDED/HAD to keep it. Kept 3 more big knives by other companies, but didn’t like the way they felt/handled. Noticed how the guys have eyed the gurkha a couple of times and thing is, haven‘t run across another one. Kevin and his people kept other big knives found. Was thinking more than anything else of Sampson and with his hands being so big, he’d like one. So while passing out the extra stuff, told him Mom said I had to take care of my little baby brother, with me of course, emphasizing Sammy and little baby. Thing is, I think he’s getting wise to me because he didn’t rise to the bait, d*mn it. But when I pulled the first knife out of the bag, EVERYONE but Sampson kind of twitched, with Socs saying that thing’s d*mn near as long as your gurkha. I said yeah, once Sammy here grows up, I’ll see if I can find him one like mine, but in the mean time, he’ll have to use this toad sticker……unless of course, he wanted this one, pulling out another, then last one. Well, he tried all 3 and kept 1, so there were 2 left. Later, Reginald asked me why did I need this knife when I had the gurkha? Told him how it felt as soon as I picked it up and strange as it was, it told me I needed it. He didn’t laugh or look at me like I was crazy. He did look at me rather strangely when I told him I was thinking of wearing a patch and a pirates hat. Then explained for what ever reasons, I now have a sh*t load of knives: 2 bayonets, the gurkha, the Colt, a Mora and a Boy Scout type knife, you know, all kinds of piratey tools. He said I wouldn’t make it as a pirate because he’s NEVER heard of a one eye, old bald fat man pirate in the world…or in any movie!
Told everyone that I was sorry I didn’t get enough for everyone, so who wanted the other 2? Surprised when Janet and Annette spoke up first, saying they wanted ‘em. I looked at the guys as I had no idea what to do next. Yeah, they were mine to give to who ever, but…. Well, the guys looked at me and simply gave a quick nod which I took for saying let them have ‘em, so I did. As to Sampson, really surprised by his reaction…he looked like he was damn near having an orgasm, he was that happy to get it. Passed out the spare “V’ shaped sharpeners and told them about having a couple of files if they needed to use ‘em.
Replaced the plastic tab on the Stanley cup with a “D” ring so it won’t melt if my fire gets too high. Already tried wrapping some stripped electrical wire around the cup to form a handle for it as was thinking I could suspend it over a fire while using the other cooking stuff. Passed out the metal pie tins and they realized they were going to be needed after the mre’s were gone along with some of the disposable cooking pans, etc. And while passing stuff out, realized I really f*cked up by not getting a couple of the night vision goggles for our group and the guard. Just what the f*ck was I thinking of at the time? I know Janet/ the guys would of grabbed ’em in a heart beat. And if I had thought of it, they’d be great for hunting at night, not to mention guard duty. Once again, really wonder if I should be leading anyone as I’m sure Janet, etc. would of NEVER f*cked up like that.
As to Blevins and the 2 trucks….only got 1 AND 1 guardsman? Or should I say, guards woman? Was thinking we’d get more troops with us considering how things might go on our trip as in what if we run into a sh*t load of beasts? He didn’t show up until it was a few hours from being dark and he did bring us a guy that was from the Oregon militia. By that, I mean he was part of a group of guys who were organized WAY before the sh*t started. I’d heard of about some of these people (state militia groups) via the web and always thought they were a bit loony tune. You know, preparing to fight against agenda 21, the new world order, unlawful martial law, suspension of the bill of rights, etc.
Bernard is going to be our comm guy, even bringing 2 sets of comm gear. A full size ham radio set up which he says takes him about 20 minutes or so to set up, depending on where he’s at, the other is some kind of hand held thing made in China. Think he’s in his 30’s and of course, wanted to know why was I there. Actually, he said what’s with this old guy being here? Noticed Blevins didn’t say anything and Reginald started to say something, but told him no, don’t say anything. I have the feeling this guy’s kind of stupid and will probably be killed pretty soon…..and then we’ll have his sh*t to use/keep. He didn’t like that all and started spouting off how his militia had been patrolling the streets, keeping people safe from looters, rapists, etc. Thing is, NONE of them have killed anyone in combat, though a couple of times they got shot at….”oh, but we shot back at them.” Told him there’s a world of difference between shooting/hitting someone while being shot at. And afterward, dealing with your wounded and dead. Also wondering how many in his group are preppers and have they shared any of their supplies or even knowledge, with their neighbors who aren’t part of their group? And what will they do if HS comes around to their neighborhood? One thing to talk about fighting a repressive govt., another to actually shoot them.
Blevins said he needed the others (truck and troops) and the way he said it, I knew he wasn’t bs’ing. At least both tanks are filled AND we got 5, 5 gallon cans of diesel. Thing is, the truck is multi-fuel useable….gas, diesel and I think, even cooking grease? When I asked what was going on, he said Andy, just let it go…so I did. When he uses my name, I know it’s usually not good….for me. Anyway, he had a Hummer, so didn’t need a ride back to town. The new troop is a woman named Candace and didn’t say much other than introducing herself to everyone. No idea what her experience is, but since she’s in the guard…..
Got everything/everybody settled into the truck and thing is, Bernard first p*sses me off by INSISTING he get the passenger seat. WTF?! Montana was going to say something, but Janet said let it slide. Quite honestly, was going to have 1, maybe 2 of the ladies up front. Being sexist and all those nasty habits still haven’t died inside me even after Janets spanking. Socs was driving because I was told he was the best driver, though his chin reaches just over the dashboard. Didn’t want us traveling in the dark/near dark because of possibly being ambushed by who knows who. This was when I realized I f*cked up not taking any of the night vision goggles. Janet knew of a small state park that had a stream, so this is where we’re at for the night.
Was surprised by the amount of cars/trucks on the freeway and didn’t bother searching any of ‘em because our job’s are to get to the train place, then Idaho. Besides, it looked like a lot of ‘em had already been looted. Was surprised when we came up to Molalla (then later, Cotton) so quick as I thought it would be 60 miles or so down the road. Had everyone (except Bernard of course), using the binoculars as we went down the road. This was Injun country as far as I was concerned and had Sampson/Jeff using them at first, though eventually everyone got a turn. Didn’t know if they’d get bored looking and seeing nothing when there might actually be something we needed to see.
Bernard did a radio check and that went good, though he’s not sure how long that will last because of what he calls repeaters which are some kind of radio boosting tower thing. Which aren’t working now of course. One more thing to remember to get fixed if possible. Thing is, while we’ve got transportation (even if very limited), everyone really needs communications to find out what’s going on around us/the U.S. Thing is, he’s NOT a ham operator. Find out that he bought the stuff, learned to set it up and basically, the only times he used it was to listen to others. But at least he had this stuff in a Faraday cage. Which was basically the same thing I had planned on doing…eventually.
Thing was, he wanted to make a radio check every 30 minutes?! The 2nd time he did this, I asked what was he doing and he tells me but it’s in such a way that I must be a moron because he‘s already told me once. I asked wouldn’t transmitting so many times just might tell a bunch of possible bad guys someone’s in the area with a radio transmitter? Oh, but they’re using code words so nobody will understand what’s being said, so it doesn’t really matter. I said I don’t care, quit transmitting so much and thought that was the end of it.
But when it happened a 3rd time, that was enough for me and had Socs stop the truck and as I got out, borrowed Sampsons helmet because I knew it was the biggest one around. Went to where Bernard was sitting and he has the actual guale to ask me what was my problem NOW, but thanks for the helmet, while opening the door and leaning out towards me?! Stepped up onto the truck and hit him right in the forehead with the helmet! Then grabbed him by his collar and hit him a 2nd time! Yanked him out of the truck and onto the ground and I was quick as sh*t on him with a boot on his wrist. Wasn't about to take a chance of him drawing his pistol, so I grabbed it and tossed it to one side.
He had the air knocked out of him and as it was, I d*mn near fell on my a$$ right next to him because as I yanked him out of the truck, my left arm started singing Hallelujah. With all the sh*t’s that’s gone down in Portland/etc., the arm didn’t give me any trouble except when trying to pop that man hole cover off. Think more than anything else, fear/adrenaline overrode any pain I might have had. Tossed his pistol to one side, then got off his arm. But when Bernard got his breath back, he went to sit up, then proceeded to tell me how he didn’t have to put up with his being assaulted and was going to kick my a$$. At which point I whacked him with the helmet a 3rd time and started to proceed in ripping him a new one. I say started, but Sampson laid his hand on my shoulder and asked if I realized I was talking to an unconscious man? All I could think of was saying was oh sh*t, hope I didn’t put a dent in your helmet.
Got a canteen and some water poured on his face which brought him to consciousness. Had Sampson help him to his feet and once I knew he was there mentally, I tore into him. Said listen to me mother f*cker, I am a Lt. in the Oregon Army national guard and when I tell you NOT to do something, it’s NOT a mother f*cking request OR suggestion. WE ARE ALIVE because we work as a team and you MIGHT find out that we share EVERYTHING when possible not just because our lives may depend on it, but all we’ve got is each other. He started to say something and I screamed at him to just shut the f*ck up. Turned to Montana, Stella and Annette and asked them to take this guy off to one side and explain just what we’ve gone thru since the shtf please. They walked off, so I turned around and started kicking tires with Sampson at first looking at me, then saying was I that mad at Bernard? I said yes and no. I think this guy’s a wild card and it could be a good or bad thing. But push comes shove, I’ll leave him with his rifle/pistol in 1 place, the ammo down the road and take his sh*t. He asked if I wasn’t being a bit too hard on him and told him about the comm equipment we found at Party Times. He was a bit unhappy with me in not letting them know about this and I said you’re right, but I’ve had a lot on my mind and been busier than a 1 legged man in a b*tt kicking contest these past few days. I also was doing a half ass pre-trip on the truck at which time Soc’s started doing it and showing me what to look for/at.
He said he understood, but I should talk with everyone about it now and they’d let the other 3 know what happened. So I did….kind of, sort of. Didn’t mention anything about the nuns, other than they were women on their way to be crucified or about the movie theater. As to that last part, thought it would be bragging on my part. What made me happy about that part was Stella, Montana and Annette got to see the movie! They figured they were lucky in getting to see the 2nd showing of it, but each time before the movie started, the projectionist played the national anthem on the screen and EVERYONE stood up while it was played! Jesus, the last time I ever heard/saw it played was in the A.F. and NEVER in any civilian theater. Stella/Annette admitted to crying as it was played because they were remembering (like others in the audience) what America was BEFORE things went to sh*t. Of course, there’s ALWAYS some dumb a$$ and he made the mistake of calling out “play ball”…and got the shit beat out of him.
Anyway, think the 4 of them talked about 10 minutes and it was a much more subdued Bernard who came back. Think a lot of it was being b*tch slapped by Stella, which really surprised me in not only her doing it, but Montana stopping Annette from doing the same! I was ready to go after him myself if he made the mistake of trying to hit either of the girls, not that Montana would of allowed such a thing. Was told latet by Montana that Bernard made his first mistake in saying there was no way that old f*ck (meaning me) was in the guard and he was….WHACK went Stella. Then the 2 girls REALLY tore into him about what we’ve been doing with Montana adding some stuff. Was kind of surprised when he said he was sorry for getting off to such a bad start with me/us and held out his hand!
Took it and said you’re our comm guy, but you’re not talking on it any more unless it’s an absolute emergency, other wise you only call once in the morning, then some time in the evening. And DON‘T be calling out at the same time every day. Emily here speaks Japanese and she’ll do all the talking. What you have to do is find people at the other end who also speak Japanese. Bernard’s not stupid as he said it was like the Navajo radio guys in WW 2. I said yep. This time, he got in the back and I had Esmeralda/Annette sit with Socs. Sampson kind of rumbled he wouldn’t mind sitting in front and looked at me like since we’re brothers…. I told him not only no, but f*ck no. If an old, bald fat man like me isn’t sitting up front, a lard a$$ like you certainly won’t be either. Then of course, we got into telling each other how the other was sssoooo fat…. And of course, I lost that one.
------------------------- Sorry for the delay in posting this chapter as I had some things to do. If interested, go to the general board where I started a blog on The Layover shortly after I started entering these chapters. Posted photos of some of the stuff that "Andy" owns/is using in the story. Let me know if you think this is a good/bad idea there please. That's it for another 2 weeks, though it may be up to 3 weeks before the next chapter. Looking at taking off for a week to do some camping, fishing, etc. past Portola/Quincy, Calif.
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Post by kaijafon on Mar 19, 2016 18:58:38 GMT -6
thank you!!!! hope you get to go camping
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Post by willc453 on Mar 24, 2016 15:31:01 GMT -6
Shortly after starting this story, went to the net to find earthquake photos to visually give me and (hopefully) the reader what everyone faced after the quake hit and of course, having to deal with the damage after the emp hit. And no, I'm not cheating story wise either. Remember, in the beginning of the story, Andy wrote about taking photos and having them printed at Walmart BEFORE the emp hit. No new chapter this weekend....maybe next weekend. Hey guys, you know how your wife/girlfriend come up with all sorts of honey do lists? Only thing worse than that is making your own, because you can't bs your way out of it because you know you gotta get them done. Spring is here, so will be putting up a new front yard fence, replacing sections of backyard fence that fell down/got burned up (another story), then want to get a garden growing, fruit trees....well, the list goes on and on and.... Almost forgot to add that the photos depict not just Portland, but can be in Salem, etc.
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Post by willc453 on Mar 24, 2016 15:33:13 GMT -6
additional earthquake photos
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Post by willc453 on Mar 24, 2016 15:34:54 GMT -6
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Post by willc453 on Mar 24, 2016 15:36:12 GMT -6
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Post by kaijafon on Mar 24, 2016 16:36:58 GMT -6
I was in several earthquakes when I lived in CA; the "big one" in 94 or 95 ...not fun.
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Post by bluefox2 on Apr 20, 2019 7:23:51 GMT -6
I know it has been a couple of years but wouldn't mind seeing this one finished.
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Post by willc453 on Apr 20, 2019 11:38:46 GMT -6
Thanks and I do have an update on what I've been doing with this story, but it's under The Shadow story I've been writing. So will do it here in case anyone's interested. I did start on 2 chapters after this one a good year or so ago. The first one is continuation of their trip to Idaho, while the other is some time after they return. In the first chapter, it has balloons and fire extinguishers in it, along with some other things. And yeah, the group is doing a major WTF is he up to now? In the 2nd chapter, Andy's REALLY p*ssed off not only beasts, but some high level devil worshippers and he's running for his life. They should NOT of f*cked with someone he cares about. Of course, Andy likes things going BOOM when it will kill a lot of beasts/devil worshippers. Think of an Atlas rocket exploding on the launch pad. Also, some time later on, in another chapter dealing with that chapter, there's major betrayal from someone he knows. And he's found people who need help during this time and though he wants to do something entirely else, he knows he can't until he gets them to a place of safety.
Everything I wrote in this story is what I know from when I used to run from Reno to Portland at least twice a month. I also hit/went thru Portland when I use to drive over the road for Knight. Thing is, I only remember some of the other freeways/state roads coming in/out of Portland and going to Idaho for example. I Googled some stuff to write that first new chapter and decided I was cheating story wise and HAD planned on taking a month to literally drive to/visit the places I had started writing about for better authenticity. But things happened and it didn't happen. Dad died in January, with our youngest brother being executer of his will. It was at this time I found out I had been left A LOT of money by Dad, which I should get in May/June. Yeah, settling ones estate can take up to 6 months in Florida. To handle Dads money, brother had to put his house up as a bond to do this. So while dealing with the estate, he also has to work at his construction company job. Youngest sister moved to Florida about 1-2 years ago and did some very bad things as far as Dads estate goes. We're both hoping to put her a$$ in prison for at least a couple of years. Yeah, it is that bad.
Anyway, been checking Craigslist for a USED class A motorhome. Plan on taking a month or so to hit Yreka, California where an uncle lives and also visit the place where another aunt and uncle used to live back in the mid 60's. Us 5 kids spent 3 summers with them when we were growing up. Then to Oregon/Idaho before returning home for a bit. Of course, will be taking a lot of photos and trying to update/write that 1st new chapter. After that, it's off to Florida to visit youngest brother/his family for at least a month. Trying to buy Dads boat from youngest sister, but that's still up in the air. Brother has offered to look for/buy a boat like Dads for me, but it wouldn't be the same. If not, at least I'll have something to fish in while visiting and will leave it there till I return for more visits which I hope will be at least 4 times a year. And youngest brother's a d*ck...told me a couple of weeks ago that I could borrow his wife or truck, but there was NO WAY he'd EVER let me use his boat by myself.
Have another chapter in mind where Andy finds himself looking for a woman with a BIG reward food wise. Have Sampson in mind being with him for at least part of it. It takes place in winter and during first big snow storm, so will take my Ramcharger with its 4WD back to Oregon with story possibly happening in a national forest. I'll go when winter hits the Portland and outlying area. Thought of and tried some stuff about 2 years ago in my back yard which I'll put in the story. Once again, Andy's p*ssed off some beasts and the woman has been written about/mentioned in this story already.
Because it's been so long, will have to read my own story again to remember who's doing what and what's happened since the last chapter was posted. Hope this helps. And find out youngest sister who had moved to Florida about a year or so ago, REALLY stabbed everyone in the back money and property wise. Working with brother to see if we can put her in prison. Yeah, it was that bad. She won't return my calls or sign the title to Dads boat even though I paid her for it via my brother.
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Post by 9idrr on Apr 22, 2019 20:05:04 GMT -6
I'll always be happy to see more of this one.
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Post by griz375 on May 19, 2019 18:19:36 GMT -6
So it was a pretty good tale but frankly your language warnings weren't needed. Almost everyone I know uses some sort of profanity in the course of a day -- in my case its usually when I'm on I40 or TN 385 around Memphis but I'm sure I'm not alone there.
If you have time, keep writing; if not well, thanks for this one.
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