Alright, I'm finally home, this takes place early in the AM of the 3rd day. The events are of course BS, the preps made, and way things are handled are not.
After a sleepless night, scrounging around for all the supplies left in the house and making all the calls I'm on the road heading to the rally point. Its 7:46 when I start the van My friend, we'll call him pilot, on account of his ability to fly a plane is along with his girlfriend. We are on the road, which is not as busy as usual, except by the grocery store we pass along the way, full to the brim, theres even cars parked on the grass.
We all gather by just after 8AM and are ready to go, Mom, Grandma, Pilot, and his girlfriend are in the Big van as well as the dogs. As rear guard Pilot has an AK and 6 mags at the ready lightly concealed in the back of the van where he is, and a pistol on his hip. Mom has a Pistol with a spare clip. In the middle of the convoy in the minivan is Mrs wire and the kids she as well has a pistol. Running point in the S10 is myself driving, Tripwire riding shotgun and runner in the back. We have sidearms on us and rifles ready under the rear seat. The convoy is on the road at 8:15, I'm still a little snezy from being in the van with the dogs, I'm allergic.
Once on the road we take a half mile lead in the S10 with runner on the radio to keep the convoy in communication. We barley hit the edge of town when we spot the National guard setting up the road blocks, crapsiccle, I knew I shouldn't of waited so long. We turn around before we get there, and radio the others. We break out the Topo maps I have thanks to a post on the Zombie board(thanks by the way) and plan our route around on the fly, looks like were running the moonshine route. We work our way around the road block and decide to stick to gravel for a wile to avoid other possible hindrance with Uncle Sam's finest.
We have been on gravel for the last 45 minutes were about 40 miles north of Des Moines now. After stopping for a P break we decide to mosey back to the 2 lanes to cover more ground. Im all cleared up from my trip with the dogs, good thing to. After we make it another ten miles when we hit another road block, only this one is int the Military.
Runner calls a halt and the vans stop before the hill crest. Sitting before us down in the valley a head at the old rail crossing sits a couple of pickup trucks blocking the road, and 4 armed men stationed with them There about 800 yards away from us with patches of dense foliage between us and them. Runner and I take the truck down to see if there friendly or not. Tripwire ducks out of the truck as I slowly move behind a silo, taking with him my PSL and a spare clip, not that he would need it, and closes on them to provide us cover, just in case I give the signal. With 4 confirmed, and who knows who else hiding were going to need the accurate fire of the PSL should the situation arise.
We approach them slowly, so as to give time for Trip to move, careful to not appear threatening. As we close to about a hundred yards I hear the radio break squawk, hes ready to cover, and we finish closing the gap. The man I assume is there leader approaches and asks “You got Polk county plates, haven't got the sickness have you” to which I reply “No we haven't” “Thats good” he said,” What you doing here?” he asks “Just looking to see if we can pass through, and be on our way.” I reply. “Why sure you can pass!” he exclaims ”Cost ya a thousand bucks.” he replies with a sinister tone, “I'm sorry we don't have A thousand Dollars sir” I politely reply. “If ya don't have it we will just take what ever you have of value till we hit a grand instead.” “We don't have anything of value, sorry to have troubled you, we can just go another way.” I say ready to signal Tripwire as the thieves appear to be getting ready themselves. “No problem, feel free to come back if you find something nice for us.” he said with a devious smirk, he waved his men down and I backed down the road to the entrance to a feild where I back up to turn around. Trip wire heads back shortly after we leave there range.
We decide its better to just find another route, God only knows what the monsters in the valley will do to some one else, but we cant risk getting in a fire fight at this time, no matter how badly I want to deal with them. We loose an hour and a half back tracking and avoiding the road block, I pray they only take peoples stuff.
Were nearing a smaller city now, smoke from a big fire can be seen miles out. This is normally a city we would drive through, wile going back for a visit if there wasn't a infestation going on that is, We decided along time ago on this trip to avoid it, it would probably be barricaded by the Military any way. We see it to the East of us, about nine miles away, I can only imagine the hell going on there now. Theres more gang activity there than in Des Moines, I imagine they are fighting over imaginary turf more so now than usual, there all bad asses ya know. Fighting for soil they will never own. No matter, we press on I don't think Ill smell anything but gravel dust for the next week.
The rest of the trip is rather un eventful, After the burning city its mostly small farming communities, We pass through one on the way to our BOL in hopes of toping off our tanks, we don't need to but might as well wile we can the people are friendly as ever, like nothing is happening outside of ol man Jacobs daughter getin married again, or something like that.
We stop at a gas station and start filling. The clerk asks us if there is any thing going on, Pilot just clams up and gets awkward, “Um, ua, well ya know...” hes not much of a people person. Mrs Pilot chimes in and said to the clerk “We all heard people in Des Moines were getting crazy so we left early for our camping trip” The clerk responded “ I hear the Army blocked off the town, is that true?” she asked, I chime in with “I don't know we left before the sun was up, we had to do some sight seeing on the way.” “Oh, where y'all camping at?” I replied, gesturing outside “ There family's land in Minnesota, just over the border. I hope the state is int blockaded off like you said.” We finished out the small talk and left the store,maybe I should go back an get her number, she was cute;) We hit the road again its 11:45.
We stick to the rural highways for the rest of the trip, still on guard, but more relaxed. We enter the valley where our destination town sits at 1:15, Its a great feeling to have arrived. Pops has lunch waiting for us when our three dust ridden vehicles arrive. We talk over lunch about the goings on in the cities. The burning city is close enough to cause some alarm, Pops starts calling people to arrange a town meeting tomorrow to decide what to do, and how to handle things. Till then we all settle in and try to act like its not happening, at least for a little wile wile we can.
Ok well My fingers hurt, Yes I have found some things that should be changed in my preps as well. Mostly the dogs, but there family members, and useful. Grandma probably gonna stay in Des Moines, she wouldn't leave her cats, but I'm not having 14 cats in my convoy, no freakin way.
I might be in the basement. I'll go upstairs and check.