moved the eggs inside and poured whatever ice she had in her freezer over them and put them in a freezer bag.
“Daisy OK,” she commanded the dog, thus removing the dog from its last command. The dog’s demeanor shifted immediately and she became the family pet that she was most of the time. “Do you want breakfast before we leave?”
The dog wagged and galloped to her bowl in the kitchen.
Leah fed the dog and took the last of her supplies down to the garage. Once there, she looked at her dead SUV and sighed heavily. She loved that car.
Instead, she turned to the other side of the garage and looked at a giant canvas covering something.
“Please tell me you fixed the AC,” she said aloud as she pulled the cover off of Ian’s latest project car, and the family’s other bug out vehicle. “God, that’s ugly.”
The 1979 Rover Defender 110 four door was arguably one of the first SUVs on the planet. This one was dark green with a luggage cage on top, a winch on the front bumper and a spare tire on the hood. Even though it was still in the process of being refurbished, Ian had it loaded with several weapons and gear to get out of town fast.
“I hope this piece of crap starts,” Leah said, opening the rear door and throwing everything into the back. She retrieved the key from the safe room and opened the right side door of the English drive vehicle. It was at that point that she heard the radio come to life. She had left it on the kitchen counter upstairs.
CHAPTER 3
Ian watched Mary cross the road first. She kept low and scurried across like a squirrel. Just like he had taught her. He then scanned up and down the road one more time before crossing in a similar, but less squirrel-like manner.
“Tell me again,” Mary asked, while brushing her bangs back behind her ear, “just why the Hell do we have to cross every road like that?”
Ian really didn’t want to tell her why he did everything the way that he did them.
“It helps keep us safe,” he offered, gruffly.
“Really?” She watched him walk past her and into the woods. “What are you doing now?”
Ian rounded on her. “Look Mary, I do the things the way I do them because it keeps me,” he paused, mentally checking his volume and his temper, “and you, alive. It’s like the airplane. We could have died, but we did some things that helped keep us from a watery grave. This trek is the same thing.”
She nodded, feeling the push of tears at her eyes.
Ian put his arm up to his face so that he could roll his eyes without her seeing. “Look. You need to trust me. Okay?” He gently put his hand on her shoulder and she fell against his chest, the sobs of loss hitting her hard.
“Ohkaughw,” she said, into his shirt.
“What?”
She leaned back away from him. “Okay,” she said and then pulled her sleeve across her eyes to dry the tears.
Ian looked at his watch; they had been walking about three hours. He then took another look up and down the road and was convinced that there was no one within sight.
“Why don’t we take a break for a minute.” He moved them deeper into the woods and removed his pack. “Drink some water.”
She did as told and sat down against a pine tree. “So, what are in these packs, anyway? Mine is freaking heavy.”
“I have a good idea, but I wanted to put some distance between where we were and where we’re going. Sometimes it’s not nice to critique what is given to you freely. Especially in front of the person that just gave you the free gift.”
“Dukes didn’t have to do that for us,” she said, taking another long swig of water. “He didn’t have to do anything for us, but he took us in, cleaned us up and sent us on our way with supplies that his family might need.”
Ian stopped pulling items out of his pack and looked at her. “Preppers are different. We stash things that we think we’ll need for situations we
“Daisy OK,” she commanded the dog, thus removing the dog from its last command. The dog’s demeanor shifted immediately and she became the family pet that she was most of the time. “Do you want breakfast before we leave?”
The dog wagged and galloped to her bowl in the kitchen.
Leah fed the dog and took the last of her supplies down to the garage. Once there, she looked at her dead SUV and sighed heavily. She loved that car.
Instead, she turned to the other side of the garage and looked at a giant canvas covering something.
“Please tell me you fixed the AC,” she said aloud as she pulled the cover off of Ian’s latest project car, and the family’s other bug out vehicle. “God, that’s ugly.”
The 1979 Rover Defender 110 four door was arguably one of the first SUVs on the planet. This one was dark green with a luggage cage on top, a winch on the front bumper and a spare tire on the hood. Even though it was still in the process of being refurbished, Ian had it loaded with several weapons and gear to get out of town fast.
“I hope this piece of crap starts,” Leah said, opening the rear door and throwing everything into the back. She retrieved the key from the safe room and opened the right side door of the English drive vehicle. It was at that point that she heard the radio come to life. She had left it on the kitchen counter upstairs.
CHAPTER 3
Ian watched Mary cross the road first. She kept low and scurried across like a squirrel. Just like he had taught her. He then scanned up and down the road one more time before crossing in a similar, but less squirrel-like manner.
“Tell me again,” Mary asked, while brushing her bangs back behind her ear, “just why the Hell do we have to cross every road like that?”
Ian really didn’t want to tell her why he did everything the way that he did them.
“It helps keep us safe,” he offered, gruffly.
“Really?” She watched him walk past her and into the woods. “What are you doing now?”
Ian rounded on her. “Look Mary, I do the things the way I do them because it keeps me,” he paused, mentally checking his volume and his temper, “and you, alive. It’s like the airplane. We could have died, but we did some things that helped keep us from a watery grave. This trek is the same thing.”
She nodded, feeling the push of tears at her eyes.
Ian put his arm up to his face so that he could roll his eyes without her seeing. “Look. You need to trust me. Okay?” He gently put his hand on her shoulder and she fell against his chest, the sobs of loss hitting her hard.
“Ohkaughw,” she said, into his shirt.
“What?”
She leaned back away from him. “Okay,” she said and then pulled her sleeve across her eyes to dry the tears.
Ian looked at his watch; they had been walking about three hours. He then took another look up and down the road and was convinced that there was no one within sight.
“Why don’t we take a break for a minute.” He moved them deeper into the woods and removed his pack. “Drink some water.”
She did as told and sat down against a pine tree. “So, what are in these packs, anyway? Mine is freaking heavy.”
“I have a good idea, but I wanted to put some distance between where we were and where we’re going. Sometimes it’s not nice to critique what is given to you freely. Especially in front of the person that just gave you the free gift.”
“Dukes didn’t have to do that for us,” she said, taking another long swig of water. “He didn’t have to do anything for us, but he took us in, cleaned us up and sent us on our way with supplies that his family might need.”
Ian stopped pulling items out of his pack and looked at her. “Preppers are different. We stash things that we think we’ll need for situations we
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