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10:06 Day 4 Because of the situation everyone had agreed to not send everyone out for a face to face. We all agreed that we can communicate, no one has any idea how to help with septic work, something the groups skill set is lacking.. Septic work and sewage treatment isn’t anyone’s specialty…
As the issue died a new one arose. What happened to old man Koontz… Was he dead, his body rittled with holes, broken and bloody or did he just slide off the road on flattened tires.
Mr Grey says lets take a walk and you are handed a flash light. You look at Mr Grey with a puzzled look on your face. You watch as the old guy turns and walks around the corner of the comm bench and disappear, you followed him, he looks as he opens a ship style hatch, lets take a walk… As you duck through the hatch and are reminded to close it and latch it.
After what seems like a long walk Easterly for at least 300 yards or so, you figure you should be about half way to the main North – South road that has the road block at the East – West road that your street “T’s” into..
Then you turn left and head North for a while then come out by the creek/ drainage ditch just about 50 yards South West of the intersection that has the road block setup on it.
10:06 Day 4 Because of the situation everyone had agreed to not send everyone out for a face to face. We all agreed that we can communicate, no one has any idea how to help with septic work, something the groups skill set is lacking.. Septic work and sewage treatment isn’t anyone’s specialty…
As the issue died a new one arose. What happened to old man Koontz… Was he dead, his body rittled with holes, broken and bloody or did he just slide off the road on flattened tires.
Mr Grey says lets take a walk and you are handed a flash light. You look at Mr Grey with a puzzled look on your face. You watch as the old guy turns and walks around the corner of the comm bench and disappear, you followed him, he looks as he opens a ship style hatch, lets take a walk… As you duck through the hatch and are reminded to close it and latch it.
After what seems like a long walk Easterly for at least 300 yards or so, you figure you should be about half way to the main North – South road that has the road block at the East – West road that your street “T’s” into..
Then you turn left and head North for a while then come out by the creek/ drainage ditch just about 50 yards South West of the intersection that has the road block setup on it.
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10:25 Day 4 As you sit back in a 48 inch concrete drainage pipe that dumps into the drainage ditch that you hid in when the diesel was put down. You are still in the darkness, out of sight from the light so no one can see you but you can see out. You notice that you have no way to view the intersection close up without being spotted. About that time good old Mr Grey hands you a pair of binoculars and says “here, you have better eye’s then me, what do you see?” As you adjust the nice pair of old binoculars eye width and focus them on the cross roads you see Mr Koontz’s Dodge piled into the side of Hummer. It looks to be a head on crash you explain to Mr Grey, and what looked to be Mr Koontz was laying on the side of the road with a body bag partially covering him up. He was dead, the beautiful purple car mangled into a now useless Hummer..
As the thought runs through both you and Mr Grey’s mind at the same time you look at each other and whisper, “wonder what he has in his house that could be useful? Then that creepy morbid feeling that thinking he could have something useful to you washes over you and the old time says, well we better beat the rest to his stash.
The two guardsmen are picking through the car looking for intel and one of them stops to go to the radio when it comes to life, you can only hear some of the conversation but nothing is understandable. This action is surely going to bring in more troops.
Off to the side you point out to Mr Grey where the diesel truck is laying on it’s side, to clearly see it though you have to expose yourself in the light.
It is beginning to snow again, just a feathering of dust is starting to stick to the now destroyed Dodge…
Mr Grey shivers a bit and whispers lets go back and figure out our next move.
10:25 Day 4 As you sit back in a 48 inch concrete drainage pipe that dumps into the drainage ditch that you hid in when the diesel was put down. You are still in the darkness, out of sight from the light so no one can see you but you can see out. You notice that you have no way to view the intersection close up without being spotted. About that time good old Mr Grey hands you a pair of binoculars and says “here, you have better eye’s then me, what do you see?” As you adjust the nice pair of old binoculars eye width and focus them on the cross roads you see Mr Koontz’s Dodge piled into the side of Hummer. It looks to be a head on crash you explain to Mr Grey, and what looked to be Mr Koontz was laying on the side of the road with a body bag partially covering him up. He was dead, the beautiful purple car mangled into a now useless Hummer..
As the thought runs through both you and Mr Grey’s mind at the same time you look at each other and whisper, “wonder what he has in his house that could be useful? Then that creepy morbid feeling that thinking he could have something useful to you washes over you and the old time says, well we better beat the rest to his stash.
The two guardsmen are picking through the car looking for intel and one of them stops to go to the radio when it comes to life, you can only hear some of the conversation but nothing is understandable. This action is surely going to bring in more troops.
Off to the side you point out to Mr Grey where the diesel truck is laying on it’s side, to clearly see it though you have to expose yourself in the light.
It is beginning to snow again, just a feathering of dust is starting to stick to the now destroyed Dodge…
Mr Grey shivers a bit and whispers lets go back and figure out our next move.
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11:12 Day 4 As you walk back through the maze of tunnels you realize you have no idea where you are going but Mr Grey does.. He leads you back to the hatch. As you walk the two of you quietly discuss what if anything the old guy could have in his place. Neither of you had ever seen any other vehicle except the now totaled Dart, The old guy paid for lawn care, the same kid who mowed some other houses on the block. The big church mowed his “back yard” which was about the size of a peanuts football field. We each had heard that the one nice thing the old guy had ever agreed to was letting the church’s youth group play in the grass area as long as the church kept it mowed and free of trash.
Mr Grey states the obvious, he could have food, maybe some fuel, maybe a few guns and or ammo.. You realize as you step back through the hatch and secure it that if you were to go to his house would it be unlocked? Would you have the fortitude to break in and literally steal the man’s possessions and food?
Mr Grey offers to keep an eye on his place the best he can, he states that if the crap gets any worse that they should secure what they could so no one destroys the house taking from it.
You turn to Mr Grey and ask, are we the “Block Police” now?
As you both come up from the bunker Mr Grey reminds you to grab the papers you left on the bench as you hear the walkie talkie that Mr Grey had sitting on his kitchen table crackle, “Mrs Green calling Mr Green, hello” you look at your watch and realize it has been over an hour since you had let your better half know you would be home in a half an hour. “Your Late” giggles Mr Grey as he points to the radio, “go ahead, let her know your RTB’in ASAP”…
You pick up the radio, key the mic and inform your now almost frantic wife that your on your way home..
You set the radio down as Mr Grey checks out the peep hole of the front door and then unlocks it. He says don’t forget your tools, you have totally forgotten about them.
As you say bye to Mr Grey shaking his hand as you walk by you realize you forgot the biscuits. As you explain that your little girl wanted him to have them you hand Mr Grey the now cold and almost crusty hard biscuits. As he opens the towel holding the homemade treasure he lights up, and says tell that little angel thank you from this old softy..
You wave and turn to leave as he is closing the door you notice he already has a biscuit hanging out of his mouth. You feel sort of stupid that this wonderful old guy has lived down the road from you for a while and you never had gotten to know him. You realize as your walking home that you really don’t know your neighbors that well at all, this is the time where knowing them and what kind of people they are would be handy..
As you cut across the corner of your yard in an effort to hurry back to your home so you can explore your newly discovered bunker you realize that the older guy with the rifle is walking back from the Dr’s place. He simply nods and walks on by. He must live down on the cul de sac near the now deceased Mr Koontz.
As your feet crunch the snow close to your house you notice the curtain over the small window on the front door swings side to side as you hear the door unlock and open slightly.
11:12 Day 4 As you walk back through the maze of tunnels you realize you have no idea where you are going but Mr Grey does.. He leads you back to the hatch. As you walk the two of you quietly discuss what if anything the old guy could have in his place. Neither of you had ever seen any other vehicle except the now totaled Dart, The old guy paid for lawn care, the same kid who mowed some other houses on the block. The big church mowed his “back yard” which was about the size of a peanuts football field. We each had heard that the one nice thing the old guy had ever agreed to was letting the church’s youth group play in the grass area as long as the church kept it mowed and free of trash.
Mr Grey states the obvious, he could have food, maybe some fuel, maybe a few guns and or ammo.. You realize as you step back through the hatch and secure it that if you were to go to his house would it be unlocked? Would you have the fortitude to break in and literally steal the man’s possessions and food?
Mr Grey offers to keep an eye on his place the best he can, he states that if the crap gets any worse that they should secure what they could so no one destroys the house taking from it.
You turn to Mr Grey and ask, are we the “Block Police” now?
As you both come up from the bunker Mr Grey reminds you to grab the papers you left on the bench as you hear the walkie talkie that Mr Grey had sitting on his kitchen table crackle, “Mrs Green calling Mr Green, hello” you look at your watch and realize it has been over an hour since you had let your better half know you would be home in a half an hour. “Your Late” giggles Mr Grey as he points to the radio, “go ahead, let her know your RTB’in ASAP”…
You pick up the radio, key the mic and inform your now almost frantic wife that your on your way home..
You set the radio down as Mr Grey checks out the peep hole of the front door and then unlocks it. He says don’t forget your tools, you have totally forgotten about them.
As you say bye to Mr Grey shaking his hand as you walk by you realize you forgot the biscuits. As you explain that your little girl wanted him to have them you hand Mr Grey the now cold and almost crusty hard biscuits. As he opens the towel holding the homemade treasure he lights up, and says tell that little angel thank you from this old softy..
You wave and turn to leave as he is closing the door you notice he already has a biscuit hanging out of his mouth. You feel sort of stupid that this wonderful old guy has lived down the road from you for a while and you never had gotten to know him. You realize as your walking home that you really don’t know your neighbors that well at all, this is the time where knowing them and what kind of people they are would be handy..
As you cut across the corner of your yard in an effort to hurry back to your home so you can explore your newly discovered bunker you realize that the older guy with the rifle is walking back from the Dr’s place. He simply nods and walks on by. He must live down on the cul de sac near the now deceased Mr Koontz.
As your feet crunch the snow close to your house you notice the curtain over the small window on the front door swings side to side as you hear the door unlock and open slightly.
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11:17 Day 4 Once in your house, your lovely but upset better half gives you that look that makes you feel like you did when your mother caught you stealing cookies out of the cookie jar. You know you are in trouble, caught red handed and there is nothing you can say or do to get out of the punishment.
You quickly look her straight in the eye and tell her you love her. Walk up to her and sweep her off her feet and plant one right on her soft lips. Then you whisper in her ear that the old guy in the Dodge is dead, shot at the road block, she gasps. And then hugs you like never before as she whispers back in your ear, “What are we going to do? How will we make it through this.” You reply, “with luck and Gods grace this family and newly found group of old timers will make it through this unknown situation.” You pull back to look her in the eye, hands on her cheeks holding her head you tell her, have faith, in me, in us and in the Lord..
As you look around you notice that one of the kids has already taken your tool bag that you sat by the boot mat at the front door and put it away. The other children were just staring at you. You had to ask them what was wrong. They run to your side hugging you and telling you they love you. It was a very emotional moment for the whole family. You fight the tears of joy and happiness that you have such a wonderful family. As the warm fuzzy feeling wears off a bit your better half asks, “what’s this?” as your wonderful tool keeper brings you the papers that were under your coat. You look around and tell everyone to come sit down, time for a family meeting.
Without hesitation all of your children head to the table. Your better half turns and you follow her to the table. You explain that what you have to tell them could help or might be a waste but that it cannot be discussed with anyone, no one can over hear you discuss the issue amongst yourselves or anything of the sort. Your oldest, the most social of them all states the obvious, “who are we going to tell, we have been cooped up for four days, no internet, no cell phones, no texting, no facebook, nothing in the way of outside contact except you and your group of old timers... Your other children giggle since they have all heard you and your better half “get on” the oldest for texting at the dinner table, be on facebook instead of doing homework, etc.. As you clear your throat they all zip it and look directly at you.
Your middle child who doesn’t miss much motions that they have a question, you nod, and you are asked, “What happened to the old guy down the street that about ran you over?” You explain that you don’t know for sure, but he didn’t want to talk when he stopped.
You explain that there is something else you need to let everyone know about and remind them all again that nothing can be discussed, it is a matter of life and death, everyone…
You explain to them all that you, them, we, are all part of a group of people, men, all former military who live in the area and who are prepared to deal with this situation better then anyone else you know or can think of.
The youngest motions to ask a question, you give her that one finger, wait one minute gesture and continue.
The men all have fortified homes, underground bunkers, plenty of food, fuel and firepower and that is who you have been communicating with. As you start to go on the middle child blurts out, excuse me and runs into the other room, shuffles some papers and returns with the decoded messages since you left.
You take the papers and acknowledge the effort, then ask if you can continue, everyone is staring at you with eager anticipation.
You flip open the folder of papers that Mr Grey gave you and explain that your house was owned by a former member of the group, that it too has an under ground bunker and from what you had already read through has a reinforced and hardened structure.
About the time the family picks their jaws up you sit and go through the papers and continue talking.
Looking down at the papers as you explain what it is they tell you about your home you don’t notice your entire family is “glued” to your every word. The oldest expressed to everyone a feeling of joy by a simple “YES!” which was accompanied by a fist pull motion.. The kids all giggled and then went silent as mother tapped the table.
You explain that you have to digest all of this information and that the first order of business will be to find an entrance which you were explained there was one behind the back of the closet in the large bathroom.
You knew that your basement was only half the size of the home, plenty of room for your preps which needed to be in a controlled climate but never that there was a bunker complex under the property and house.
As soon as your youngest hears where the entrance might be there is a flash and you blurt out “HEY, stop right there”.. As expected the child stops so fast they slide in their stockin feet on the slick vinyl floor of the kitchen. You state very strictly, “I will check it out before anyone else is allowed to enter the space.” We don’t know what is down there.
Your better half clears her throat, the child sits back down, the others reseat themselves as they too had started to get up.
I need to take care of a few things and then I will investigate you tell them, then overwhelmingly they all offer to do your chores so you can immediately can investigate the bunker.
You agree and as you get up to get a cup of coffee they all look at you like you just denied them food… They stare at you while you pour the cup and sip some. You turn to realize they are just standing there in awe and you ask “WHAT?” then your youngest states a line said once in a while which always gets a laugh, “we aren’t getting any younger!” and they all laugh and you give them the wait one minute finger as you gulp a few slugs of coffee down and then start for the bathroom.
As you walk into the bathroom the oldest is already emptying the closet of its contents, nicely organized totes of toiletries and supplies one would normally keep in a bathroom closet.
11:17 Day 4 Once in your house, your lovely but upset better half gives you that look that makes you feel like you did when your mother caught you stealing cookies out of the cookie jar. You know you are in trouble, caught red handed and there is nothing you can say or do to get out of the punishment.
You quickly look her straight in the eye and tell her you love her. Walk up to her and sweep her off her feet and plant one right on her soft lips. Then you whisper in her ear that the old guy in the Dodge is dead, shot at the road block, she gasps. And then hugs you like never before as she whispers back in your ear, “What are we going to do? How will we make it through this.” You reply, “with luck and Gods grace this family and newly found group of old timers will make it through this unknown situation.” You pull back to look her in the eye, hands on her cheeks holding her head you tell her, have faith, in me, in us and in the Lord..
As you look around you notice that one of the kids has already taken your tool bag that you sat by the boot mat at the front door and put it away. The other children were just staring at you. You had to ask them what was wrong. They run to your side hugging you and telling you they love you. It was a very emotional moment for the whole family. You fight the tears of joy and happiness that you have such a wonderful family. As the warm fuzzy feeling wears off a bit your better half asks, “what’s this?” as your wonderful tool keeper brings you the papers that were under your coat. You look around and tell everyone to come sit down, time for a family meeting.
Without hesitation all of your children head to the table. Your better half turns and you follow her to the table. You explain that what you have to tell them could help or might be a waste but that it cannot be discussed with anyone, no one can over hear you discuss the issue amongst yourselves or anything of the sort. Your oldest, the most social of them all states the obvious, “who are we going to tell, we have been cooped up for four days, no internet, no cell phones, no texting, no facebook, nothing in the way of outside contact except you and your group of old timers... Your other children giggle since they have all heard you and your better half “get on” the oldest for texting at the dinner table, be on facebook instead of doing homework, etc.. As you clear your throat they all zip it and look directly at you.
Your middle child who doesn’t miss much motions that they have a question, you nod, and you are asked, “What happened to the old guy down the street that about ran you over?” You explain that you don’t know for sure, but he didn’t want to talk when he stopped.
You explain that there is something else you need to let everyone know about and remind them all again that nothing can be discussed, it is a matter of life and death, everyone…
You explain to them all that you, them, we, are all part of a group of people, men, all former military who live in the area and who are prepared to deal with this situation better then anyone else you know or can think of.
The youngest motions to ask a question, you give her that one finger, wait one minute gesture and continue.
The men all have fortified homes, underground bunkers, plenty of food, fuel and firepower and that is who you have been communicating with. As you start to go on the middle child blurts out, excuse me and runs into the other room, shuffles some papers and returns with the decoded messages since you left.
You take the papers and acknowledge the effort, then ask if you can continue, everyone is staring at you with eager anticipation.
You flip open the folder of papers that Mr Grey gave you and explain that your house was owned by a former member of the group, that it too has an under ground bunker and from what you had already read through has a reinforced and hardened structure.
About the time the family picks their jaws up you sit and go through the papers and continue talking.
Looking down at the papers as you explain what it is they tell you about your home you don’t notice your entire family is “glued” to your every word. The oldest expressed to everyone a feeling of joy by a simple “YES!” which was accompanied by a fist pull motion.. The kids all giggled and then went silent as mother tapped the table.
You explain that you have to digest all of this information and that the first order of business will be to find an entrance which you were explained there was one behind the back of the closet in the large bathroom.
You knew that your basement was only half the size of the home, plenty of room for your preps which needed to be in a controlled climate but never that there was a bunker complex under the property and house.
As soon as your youngest hears where the entrance might be there is a flash and you blurt out “HEY, stop right there”.. As expected the child stops so fast they slide in their stockin feet on the slick vinyl floor of the kitchen. You state very strictly, “I will check it out before anyone else is allowed to enter the space.” We don’t know what is down there.
Your better half clears her throat, the child sits back down, the others reseat themselves as they too had started to get up.
I need to take care of a few things and then I will investigate you tell them, then overwhelmingly they all offer to do your chores so you can immediately can investigate the bunker.
You agree and as you get up to get a cup of coffee they all look at you like you just denied them food… They stare at you while you pour the cup and sip some. You turn to realize they are just standing there in awe and you ask “WHAT?” then your youngest states a line said once in a while which always gets a laugh, “we aren’t getting any younger!” and they all laugh and you give them the wait one minute finger as you gulp a few slugs of coffee down and then start for the bathroom.
As you walk into the bathroom the oldest is already emptying the closet of its contents, nicely organized totes of toiletries and supplies one would normally keep in a bathroom closet.
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11:34 Day 4 By the time the closet it empty your middle child has gone for your tool bag and loaded it with a couple of pry bars, screw drivers, a claw hammer and with no great ease carries in a small sledge and says “here ya go, might need these” and as you turn to look at what was brought you almost laugh, and explain waving a piece of paper, “that won’t be necessary, thank you honey you can put it all back.
You read the paper and look around in the dimly lit closet, reach around and pull the string which had been routed along the inside trim which was connected to the closets over head light fixture and with a simple click the closet should have been full of light. No more, the click had echoed in the room your family let out a giggle, the power is out Dad, remember… You click it off so it doesn’t load up the genny when you run it. You chuckle to yourself and pull out your flashlight from it’s home on your hip.
With a simple click the high lumen LED Poly flashlight brightens up the area and you started to look at the paper and the closet to orientate yourself to better understand the instructions.
In the back of the closet it was what looked like painted over cedar planks, they had knots, you read the paper, pushed one and heard a “click” then pushed another lower on a different board and yet another “click” was heard. You look behind you and everyone was almost holding their breath in order to be as quiet as they could be. You sort of laughed and said “breathe people” which was always a joke to let your family know it isn’t that bad, just breathe and it will be ok. Almost simultaneously they all let out a held breath and took a fresh one in.
You giggled and turned around to the task at hand, two more to go, then, as the papers read, you pushed up and back on the middle shelf and with a groaning creek the back of the closet and shelving swung away from you and a whoosh of stale musty air came into the room.
Without even thinking your better half reached for the vent fan switch and everyone got a laugh when she flipped it and nothing happened, the youngest simply exclaimed “Mom…” and then you told everyone to stay put.
11:34 Day 4 By the time the closet it empty your middle child has gone for your tool bag and loaded it with a couple of pry bars, screw drivers, a claw hammer and with no great ease carries in a small sledge and says “here ya go, might need these” and as you turn to look at what was brought you almost laugh, and explain waving a piece of paper, “that won’t be necessary, thank you honey you can put it all back.
You read the paper and look around in the dimly lit closet, reach around and pull the string which had been routed along the inside trim which was connected to the closets over head light fixture and with a simple click the closet should have been full of light. No more, the click had echoed in the room your family let out a giggle, the power is out Dad, remember… You click it off so it doesn’t load up the genny when you run it. You chuckle to yourself and pull out your flashlight from it’s home on your hip.
With a simple click the high lumen LED Poly flashlight brightens up the area and you started to look at the paper and the closet to orientate yourself to better understand the instructions.
In the back of the closet it was what looked like painted over cedar planks, they had knots, you read the paper, pushed one and heard a “click” then pushed another lower on a different board and yet another “click” was heard. You look behind you and everyone was almost holding their breath in order to be as quiet as they could be. You sort of laughed and said “breathe people” which was always a joke to let your family know it isn’t that bad, just breathe and it will be ok. Almost simultaneously they all let out a held breath and took a fresh one in.
You giggled and turned around to the task at hand, two more to go, then, as the papers read, you pushed up and back on the middle shelf and with a groaning creek the back of the closet and shelving swung away from you and a whoosh of stale musty air came into the room.
Without even thinking your better half reached for the vent fan switch and everyone got a laugh when she flipped it and nothing happened, the youngest simply exclaimed “Mom…” and then you told everyone to stay put.
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See thats the problem, You have us hooked and we check almost every hour to see if you have added anymore. All I can say is keep it up, you are doing a hell of a job!
indytechnerd
Master
haha, I can't rep you any more for a while. We'll (patiently) wait for whatever you give us. Remember, quality over quantity.
I tried to rep him for you, but I'm in the same boat
I'm hoping the bunker has a stash of some interesting things...if not, then that's fine too
Wow, I am going through withdrawal.
11:40 Day 4
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As you uncovered your Ruger still perched in it’s home on your hip. Your youngest gaspes. She had only seen you pull your pistol once. That one day while Christmas shopping a few years back she wanted to go with you to help you pick out the gift her mother. She insisted she go with you to the mall so she could help you "pick out something special for momma" she explained. You parked out where there was only one vehicle next to you. Another nice latemodel pickup with some money spent on "extras" as you call them. Your wife never understood the term, you used to tell her it was "truck jewlery.."
You had gotten out, and went to walk in waiting at the front of the truck as you usually did for your youngest, she insisted on getting her self out of her booster seat, she was a "big girl now". Thankfully this time she had a little trouble with the chest snap, with her warm coat on it made it just a but tighter and she struggled with it just long enough to not be in the way when "it happened'. While waiting you were confronted by a man who showed just a little too much aggression. He smelled of whisky and was pissy about how you had parked a little too close to his Cowboy Cadillac of a truck. Your driver side was on his passenger with the trucks facing the same direction. With the tinted windows and paying more attention to your little girl you didn’t see him get out, walk around the front of his truck and walk up behind you in between your trucks..
When the wanna be “farm boy” who probably lived in one of them new Richie Rich suburbs went to reach for you from behind you the little one screamed from her seat “look out daddy” helping you get turned towards the man who was reaching for you with a rather large hand. With out even thinking your training took over so fast you didn't even realize that you had uncovered retrieved your Ruger pointing it straight at the farm boy so he walked right into it mid torso, right about where his spleen was located. Point blank touching his coat.. You uttered only two words as your little girl recalls, “walk away.” with a tone of voice that would make a preacher feel guilty. Farm boy stopped dead in his tracks, backed up hands raised and got in his truck and left in a hurry.
The story flooding back from time to time and when your little one tells it is as if there were 40 of them and you scared them off by giving them that look..
You turned and look at her and explained, “it will be alright honey, just being careful.”
“Stay here” you mumbled and then ducked under the upper shelf and stepped into the space behind the wall...
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As you uncovered your Ruger still perched in it’s home on your hip. Your youngest gaspes. She had only seen you pull your pistol once. That one day while Christmas shopping a few years back she wanted to go with you to help you pick out the gift her mother. She insisted she go with you to the mall so she could help you "pick out something special for momma" she explained. You parked out where there was only one vehicle next to you. Another nice latemodel pickup with some money spent on "extras" as you call them. Your wife never understood the term, you used to tell her it was "truck jewlery.."
You had gotten out, and went to walk in waiting at the front of the truck as you usually did for your youngest, she insisted on getting her self out of her booster seat, she was a "big girl now". Thankfully this time she had a little trouble with the chest snap, with her warm coat on it made it just a but tighter and she struggled with it just long enough to not be in the way when "it happened'. While waiting you were confronted by a man who showed just a little too much aggression. He smelled of whisky and was pissy about how you had parked a little too close to his Cowboy Cadillac of a truck. Your driver side was on his passenger with the trucks facing the same direction. With the tinted windows and paying more attention to your little girl you didn’t see him get out, walk around the front of his truck and walk up behind you in between your trucks..
When the wanna be “farm boy” who probably lived in one of them new Richie Rich suburbs went to reach for you from behind you the little one screamed from her seat “look out daddy” helping you get turned towards the man who was reaching for you with a rather large hand. With out even thinking your training took over so fast you didn't even realize that you had uncovered retrieved your Ruger pointing it straight at the farm boy so he walked right into it mid torso, right about where his spleen was located. Point blank touching his coat.. You uttered only two words as your little girl recalls, “walk away.” with a tone of voice that would make a preacher feel guilty. Farm boy stopped dead in his tracks, backed up hands raised and got in his truck and left in a hurry.
The story flooding back from time to time and when your little one tells it is as if there were 40 of them and you scared them off by giving them that look..
You turned and look at her and explained, “it will be alright honey, just being careful.”
“Stay here” you mumbled and then ducked under the upper shelf and stepped into the space behind the wall...
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11:44 Day 4
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As you enter the space behind the wall you notice it is very tight. Not much room to move a lot of things in or out. You realize there must be another way in and out. You holler back to your wife and ask her to go through the papers. You report that you will be right back.
Just behind the false wall there is another wall, unfinished with what looks to be slate board covering most of the area, some exposed insulation and studs in the corners but mostly covered with the blue slate board, the wall to the left must be the hall way wall and the right the exterior wall of the house it must be the back of the girls room closet. The only direction to go is to your right, as you look right you see a ladder and manway hatch. The round type like on subs.. You know the ones with the round lock at the top. You try to turn the handle counter clockwise but it is being stubborn, you crawl back to the bathroom opening and ask your family to get you a 18” pipe wrench. A few minutes later your little helper brings it to the hole, she steps right into the closet and hands it to you, “here Daddy” and as you turn to crawl back to the hatch you hear her clear her throat.. “Forget something Daddy?” You pause, “thank you?” “that’s better” she replies. You smile and go back to the hatch. As you pull on the wrench the hatch lock doesn’t want to move. You spin around and put your feet on the wall behind the hatch, reposition the wrench to get a better pull and then with all you have pull with both legs and arms to unlatch the hatch. As your about to give up the latch gives way with a pop. “Oh crap” did it just break? Did you just loose any chance of getting gin there without power tools or a cutting torch? As you reach to test the latch it spins with tension, “thank God it isn’t broken..” Then as if someone just dumped a truck load of curiosity your better half ask, “is everything alright?” to which you reply “yeah, it came loose.” You reposition yourself to where you can lift the hatch. If it’s like you remember the papers there should be counter balance springs and a linkage system to help you lift the hatch lid. You grab the handle and pull, with a whoosh a puff of stale air comes out of the hole.
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As you enter the space behind the wall you notice it is very tight. Not much room to move a lot of things in or out. You realize there must be another way in and out. You holler back to your wife and ask her to go through the papers. You report that you will be right back.
Just behind the false wall there is another wall, unfinished with what looks to be slate board covering most of the area, some exposed insulation and studs in the corners but mostly covered with the blue slate board, the wall to the left must be the hall way wall and the right the exterior wall of the house it must be the back of the girls room closet. The only direction to go is to your right, as you look right you see a ladder and manway hatch. The round type like on subs.. You know the ones with the round lock at the top. You try to turn the handle counter clockwise but it is being stubborn, you crawl back to the bathroom opening and ask your family to get you a 18” pipe wrench. A few minutes later your little helper brings it to the hole, she steps right into the closet and hands it to you, “here Daddy” and as you turn to crawl back to the hatch you hear her clear her throat.. “Forget something Daddy?” You pause, “thank you?” “that’s better” she replies. You smile and go back to the hatch. As you pull on the wrench the hatch lock doesn’t want to move. You spin around and put your feet on the wall behind the hatch, reposition the wrench to get a better pull and then with all you have pull with both legs and arms to unlatch the hatch. As your about to give up the latch gives way with a pop. “Oh crap” did it just break? Did you just loose any chance of getting gin there without power tools or a cutting torch? As you reach to test the latch it spins with tension, “thank God it isn’t broken..” Then as if someone just dumped a truck load of curiosity your better half ask, “is everything alright?” to which you reply “yeah, it came loose.” You reposition yourself to where you can lift the hatch. If it’s like you remember the papers there should be counter balance springs and a linkage system to help you lift the hatch lid. You grab the handle and pull, with a whoosh a puff of stale air comes out of the hole.
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11:54 Day 4
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As you peer down into the hole to find the ladder it is to your left. You turn to look at the closet opening and almost your whole family is crowded into the closet peeking in at you.. “I’m fine, let me take a look, I will be right back, stay there, do not come in here.”
You flip your feet down into the hole and find sure footing on the rung of the ladder. You put your light in your mouth, a very bad habit but you didn’t grab a head lamp like you should have so you had both hands free.
As you disappear into the hole your wife whispers to you for some odd reason, “what’s down there?” to which you chuckle and reply with a whisper “I am..”
Copyright, Icarry2, WDY Media
As you peer down into the hole to find the ladder it is to your left. You turn to look at the closet opening and almost your whole family is crowded into the closet peeking in at you.. “I’m fine, let me take a look, I will be right back, stay there, do not come in here.”
You flip your feet down into the hole and find sure footing on the rung of the ladder. You put your light in your mouth, a very bad habit but you didn’t grab a head lamp like you should have so you had both hands free.
As you disappear into the hole your wife whispers to you for some odd reason, “what’s down there?” to which you chuckle and reply with a whisper “I am..”
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