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The Barn

Post by wtr100 » Thu Dec 28, 2017 4:33 pm

The Barn

Ok this is rough - spelling , subject / verb agreement , it might rot your brain

Chapter 1

The wind was icy, sleet was falling. It was pitch black. Ed was frozen through. Even though he was wearing wool watch cap, wool long underware , fleece jacket and carhart hoodie. This was the worst bug out ever. First he was bugging out in a driving ice / sleet storm. It hit him so fast all he had time to do was throw some clothes into the Bug Out Bag or BOB along with a supply of protein supplement powder and power bars. He threw the dog and cat into the truck and headed out.

Several miles from the Bug Out Lair the truck just quit. So did his cell. He could walk the rest of the way to the BOL with the dog but what about the cat? He could abandon the cat, he could just kill it. In the end he took his extra clothes out of the pack and stuffed the very unhappy cat in there and headed out, cat trying to howl louder than the wind. In twenty minutes in the cold, wind and rain Ed was miserable. After an hour he was dangerously cold.

He got to the edge of the property after 3 hours. He stumbled down the lane and up to the old barn, border line hypothermic. He almost missed the barn in the dark, the sleet had covered his glasses so he’d put them in his pocket. Ed spent a few minutes trying to open the sliding door then he remembered the man door. He stumbled through into the man door into the barn. He made his way to a dark shape – a stored travel trailer. He found the door and fought to get the key in the lock. He struggled to make his numb hands function with no success. He realized there was more than one trailer in the barn, there were in fact 4, and he was at the wrong one. Finally inside the trailer he closed the door and let Tigger out of the backpack. The cat lept out and disappeared into the dark of the trailer. Ed fought to remember where the flashlight was and how to start the trailers heating system but couldn’t remember. Instead he rummaged around in the pitch dark.

He found and opened a plastic tote, inside was a Norwegian surplus cold weather sleeping bag and several Polish surplus heavy wool blankets. Ed stripped down to his wool long johns and struggled into the down and holofill hybred sleeping bag right on the floor of the trailer. He was so cold he didn’t notice he had the rubberized ‘bottom’ on top. He pulled up a couple wool blankets and fished out a Dark Chocolate Almond Honey Stinger 20 g protein bar. He ate half then was nosed by the soaking wet black lab Stormy. “Good boy, here.” The dog ate the bar and flopped down next to Ed. Ed patted him on the head. “We’ll eat better in the morning.”

Ed drifted off to sleep. Stormy rooted under a wool blanket next to Ed and was soon asleep too. Tigger explored the trailer full of gear and realized he knew where he was. He spent some time cleaning himself, he’d ****ed and shat all-over during his time in the backpack. Soon he padded down to the man – dog sleeping pile, found a comfy spot and settled in to sleep.

After a few hours of sleeping Tigger decided he wanted something to eat and there was no cat dish, good staff is so hard to find. He found Ed’s face and began to lick it.

Ed woke to the sandpaper like cat tongue. It was a little bit light in the trailer. Ed realized he was starving. He found his still soaking hoodie and pulled the glasses from the pocket. Still in the sleeping bag he hopped around the small trailer and found the trailers heater, opened the propane valve and lit it off. Next he found a plastic tote with clothes. He donned a set of Duluth Trading Souped Up Sweats, essentially extra heavy sweats cut in the style of BDU’s. Needing to take a leak he remembered the privy in the outside corner of the barn. Everyone took care of some business.

Back in the trailer it was warming up and Ed realized he was still starving and that the backpack smelled like cat pee. The pack was tossed outside once the cans of food were removed. Ed boiled some water for oatmeal and coffee. Smokey got an extra large size dog crunch bone and Tigger got a hand full of cat treats from a zip pouch.

Ed tried to think about what to do next. Nobody else had made it to the Bug Out Lair yet, or had they? Looking out the windows of his trailer into the dim light of the old barn he saw no signs of life in the other three trailers. Ed decided to double check and went into the barn – the wind outside was howling and he could hear ice pellets being driven against the side. The other trailers were still locked and knock on the doors weren’t answered.

Back in his trailer Ed cranked on one of the wind up LED lights. The trailer was packed full of heavy duty Rubbermaid ‘totes’ with all his stuff in it. Ed checked his cell phone, dead. Ditto his digital watch. Ed’s was the smallest of the trailers at only 12’ but he was a single guy. His had a bunk and a stove / cook area. Where most trailers had a table that converted into a bunk Ed’s had a solid table that reloading pressed could be attached to or other work done. It had heat and both 12 volt DC and 120 volt AC wiring.

Ed took the totes out of the bunk area and stacked them just outside his door but still in the barn. Out of a heavy duty ammo can he took an expensive C Crane Company radio and put batteries in it. He was relieved it powered on. A quick scan of AM failed to lock any stations, ditto FM. Well I guess there will be no Rush Limbaugh today. He thought about fiddling with short wave and the manual scan but that could wait.

What to do next, what to do next. That was the question. Move his stuff outside was the obvious answer. If this wasn’t ‘the big one’ he’d just haul it back in. He decided to play an audio book on his old Tough Book Laptop, assuming it worked which it did. Ed chose ‘Holding Their Own’ by Joe Nobody. Not a bad listen other than the fact it sounded like it was recorded at the bottom of a rather deep well.

Over the next two hours Ed hauled a surprising amount of ‘stuff’ out of the trailer and onto simple wood racks that were built alongside the trailer. It was cold outside and the wind kept howling. Both the dog and the cat declined to help with the moving but were considerate enough to find places out of the way to watch. Would the others be coming Ed wondered?

In the middle of moving Ed decided to put on his pistol. From a vault under Ed’s bunk and bolted to the frame of the trailer he took out a plain Gen 3 Glock 17 , simple GI pistol belt and holster. He loaded the pistol and looked at the other guns in the vault trying to decide if he needed a long gun in the ready rack next to his bunk. His two most likely choices were a Mossberg 930 tactical shotgun or an Armalite carbine also known and his M4gery. The AR got the nod and was placed in the rack with a 20 round mag full of 62 grain Winchester Power Points and a bandoleer full of 30 round mags.

Trailer now habitable Ed thought about lunch or was it dinner? Hard to tell in the dim light – but it must be one of those. Maybe he’d make a batch of corn biscuits the oven would warm the trailer and his hillbilly/cowpoke version didn’t make to big a mess so he set the oven to pre-heat. While that was going on he decided to take a look around from the Cupola.

The barn was old style with a loft and a Cupola. The Cupola was a 4’ x 8’ raised section of the roof that was perpendicular to the line of the roof. Originally to provide light and ventilation to the barn this one had been modified into a look-out box. Ed climbed a wooden stairway to the loft. In the dim light he could see a variety of storage containers holding all manner of survival ‘stuff’. Some was his most belonged to the others. In the center was a vertical steel pipe and a vertical wood ladder. Ed climbed up and into the Lookout. It was brighter up there but still dim and cold. He tried to lower the shutter style windows for a better view but they were frozen shut. He could still see 360 outside. The two small ponds were frozen over. Ice covered everything including the solar panels. That would cut the output he thought. On the horizon he could see dark clouds full of snow rolling in from the West. He’d come back after dark and see if any lights could be seen in the distance, assuming of course those clouds weren’t a full out blizzard. Deciding it was time to climb down he looked at the ladder and at the steel pipe or ‘Fire Pole’ as John had called it. Only John, Ed thought with an eye roll. He slid down it anyway.

Back inside the oven was warm. Ed measured the corn meal and self-rising flour mix into a bowl and added some brown sugar. On reflection he added more sugar and then a bit more for good measure. Little water added and mix roll into a rubbery ball, pull chunks off the ball and put on pan and into the small oven. Thirty minutes later Ed was snacking on hot, sweet biscuits.

It was full dark not much later and the wind was howling even louder. Ed noticed snow floating down from the Cupola. He decided to see what he could see anyways. Up in the Cupola what he could see was exactly nothing, a full out blizzard was going on. Ed wondered again when and if the others would be coming.

Back in the trailer he scanned with the radio again – nothing. So he made a mug of hot instant cider and decided to watch a DVD and crash. He picked Independence Day and pushed the cat and dog off the bunk to make room for himself. They promptly hopped back on and everyone settled in …

Chapter 2

Ed woke to the dog barking on day two. Maybe the others had started to arrive he thought. It was very dim in the trailer tucked away in the barn but with the wind howling outside the dim light seemed a fair trade. Actually no body was there, the dog just needed to pee or maybe just felt the urge to bark. Ed had no idea the time but guessed 7 am or so. He turned the heat in the trailer up a notch and began to pre-heat the oven for another batch of corn biscuits.

Ed decided to climb up to the Cupola and see what was to be seen. The answer was white, lots of white. The ice storm had turned to a full on blizzard. He couldn't see but 200 yards. The temperature seemed to have fallen and the fine snow was blowing in through the slats.

Back in the trailer Ed worked on a batch of corn biscuits while having a cup of instant coffee. He was concerned about the others. Had they bugged out like him? Were they trapped in vehicles on the road and sitting it out. Had the tried to ditch the vehicles and forge on? Maybe they hadn't bugged out and were at home still. Maybe. Maybe.

Ed wasn't used to no being able to communicate to anyone, anywhere, instantly. After breakfast he'd fiddle with the radio and see if he could find information. Maybe he'd grab a Buddy Heater and climb into the Cupola and see if the extra line of sight would help him find something. Ed reflexively looked at his digital watch and remembered it didn't work. He timed the biscuits by smell and they came out well.

Smokey looked longingly from the dog bed so Ed threw the black dog a biscuit. The cat raised his head and shot an accusing look. "Stupid cat you don't even like corn biscuits." The cat kept the look up so Ed tore a bit of biscuit off and offered it to the cat. The cat sniffed it, too a tentative bit then ate it down. "Stupid cat."

Breakfast over Ed gathered some things to go up into the Cupola for a while and put them into a small daypack. A very sensitive and expensive Sangean AM/FM/SW radio, a cheap portable police/fire scanner, a small radiant heater and 1 lb propane cylinder, a bottle of water, two very high protein body builder food bars and he filled a water bottle. He'd need to pump more water in a bit he thought to himself. Ed had his Glock 17 on, thought about taking his AR from the ready rack. There's a blizzard out and do I really need to haul it all the way up? He was half out the door and went back and got the rifle and bandoleer.

Up in the 4' x 8' room that projected from the roof of the barn Ed first lit off the heater. Looking out through the waves of snow he could barely see the lakes to the East and West and certainly couldn't see Mackinaw Creek to the North. It was so weird Ed thought to not have a National Weather Service forecast along with live Doppler radar hot off the internet. It made the storm more frightening.

Ed sat on an old bar stool that had been pull up into the little room. He turned on the police/fire scanner first, nothing. Next he began scanning with the Sangean. Auto scan didn't lock onto anything one either AM or FM. He tried some of the shortwave bands but wasn't really the team expert on shortwave. Ed munched a chalky extra high protein bar as he worked. He'd made a good living over the years selling these things to body builders and other athletes and they were better than starving to death but only a little. He tried manually tuning and thought he caught something on the AM band but after half hour of frustration Ed gave up. He looked at the fire pole but decided with the rifle and pack that the ladder made more sense.

Back at the trailer he climbed the ladder to the roof and connected the DC power supply into the trailer. Inside he checked the power flow and found it was about 40% of ideal. It made sense with the dim light and covering of ice and snow on the panel. He switched on the LED interior lights and started the heater on the lowest setting. The lights made the world a little less gloomy. Ed's world at this point was a 12' camper. I was used as much as a weekend getaway, actually using it as a BOL seemed like bad fiction. During the summer it was pulled down by one of the two lakes on the property. One year Ed tried putting it by the Mackinaw Creek and almost lost it in a flash flood.

They had eased into prepping over the years but spent as much time just camping and enjoying the property. The old barn had been upgraded over the years. There was talk of 'finishing' the loft into a sort of lodge or cabin. Right now there were three trailers in the barn Ed's being by far the smallest, a couple ATV's, a UTV. The loft was full of all sorts of bins and totes and survival stuff.

Time was odd - Ed had no real idea what time it was without all the constant time cues of modern life. He was pretty sure it was afternoon but 1:00 or 3:00 - he didn't know. He had a cold corn biscuit and decided to read. He pulled out ' Tactical Pistol: Advanced Gunfighting Concepts and Techniques' by Gabe Saurez and the late , great Col Jeff Cooper. He hopped on to his bunk and was joined by a cat and a dog.

After a bit of reading he could tell it was getting dark outside. Full dark was 5:30 or so this time of year so it must be about 5. There were a few biscuit left so they would be dinner. The wind seemed to be howling less so maybe the storm had broken. He really should climb up into the Cupola and try the radio again but he was warm under the wool blanket and the critters had settled in so instead he decided to watch 'Independence Day' and crash. Deep down he was worried about the others but there was little he could do. Tomorrow he'd take another look at his options.

Chapter 3

Warning - really awful fiction follows - author not responisble for loss of IQ points resulting from reading this junk.

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He saw the truck moving down the snow covered road. Through the binoculars Ed could see people crammed into the cab. It was T’s truck, how the heck was it still rolling? As the truck got closer Ed could make out 4 people crammed into the cab. Ed slung his AR and slid down the fire pole, he always felt like a kid when he did that, then headed out to meet them.

The truck stopped 75 yards from the barn in front of a monster drift. Ed could see T’s wife Mary jump out of the driver side while others piled out the passenger side. Mary ran to the back and opened the tonneau cover. Ed was surprised to see T, John and Rusty and three dogs hop out. Stormy realizing his pals were here barked and rushed to sniff butts with the other dogs.

“These guys are freezing!” Marry called. “Get them inside.”

The guys walked stiffly into Ed’s small trailer. Ed cranked the heat to max and got water for coffee going. Mary and the other ladies got heaters going in their trailers. Ed mixed his special coffee/coco brew, one spoon full of instant coffee with a spoonful of a chocolate protein powder that tasted almost like hot coco mix.


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An hour later the men had defrosted and everyone had migrated to T and Mary’s trailer, while not the biggest it did have the most inside space. Everyone had gotten the “Beat Feet’ message in the wee hours of the morning and in the middle of an epic ice storm. It turned out Ed being a single guy and closest to the Bug Out Barn when all the electronics. He told the story of stuffing Tigger the cat into a backpack and walking through the ice storm with Stormy to the barn.

He told about hearing the President from his ‘Hawaiian Whitehouse’ explain that it was thought to be extreme solar flares that caused large parts of the country to lose power. Ed also heard opinions from talk hosts such as Glen Beck and Rush Limbaugh that this was non-sense, even G Gordon Liddy had come out of retirement and was broadcasting on a 100,000 watt blowtorch AM station in Texas. The signals were full of static and hard to follow. But something surely kicked a large part of the country in the teeth.

Others joined in with their own stories.

Travels that first night were a mess. Ed had foolishly struck out on foot through the storm. But God looks after drunks and fools they say. Unknown to Ed several miles behind him was John and Jan and Jan’s sister Maria. Maria wasn’t a member of the group but she was staying with John and Jan so under traditional laws of hospitality John and Jan were obligated to keep her safe. When their truck died they pulled totes of supplies from the topper over the bed and put them either in the front or outside. They piled into the back and cranked on a buddy heater to hold out until the storm broke.


Rusty and Cindy were even further back when their truck died. They just wriggled into USGI mummy bags when a vehicle came up behind them. It turned out to be T and Mary who’s old diesel rig was still running. Cindy went over to stay in the warm truck with Mary. T and their dog piled into the quad cab of Rusty and Cindy’s rig.

Thus everyone rode out the ice storm and blizzard that followed. After 30 plus hour hunkered in place T , Mary, Rusty and Cindy along with two dogs decided to strike out in T’s diesel truck. The issue was space, T’s truck had a standard cab with a bench seat and a tonnaeu cover over the bed. The solution was to remove some gear from bed and Rusty and two dogs to ride in the cold back. Several sleeping bags were set down and Rusty got into his own bag, that and with two dogs piled next to him it was still pretty cold but tolerable.

The roads were treacherous with ice and blown / drifted snow. At one point they literally dug through a drift and T and Rusty swapped places. Ten miles down the road they ran into John, Jan and Maria. With another 10 miles to go they piled four ladies into the cab with three guys and three dogs in the bed under the cover. The next three hours were miserable all the way around until they made it to the gate to ‘The Property’ and ‘The Barn’.

As folks were talking Mary was cooking. She prepared a simple dish of Chicken , noodles, rice, onions and green peas. After a quick grace everyone ate. The talked about setting up a 24 x 7 watch in the Cupola but decided to hold off, not seeing a need yet. Ed said he’d climb up there for a while and use the height and improved night time radio reception to see if he could pull in some news and see if there were any lights visible on the horizon. They’d meet in the morning to discuss further plans. Everyone broke up.

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In the trailer Maria turned to her sister Jan, “What is this and what’s going on? Why does everyone have guns? Are you a bunch of survivalist militias?”

Jan replied, “This place was a gravel mine in the late 1800’s. After that it was a dairy farm for many years. The people you met tonight bought it as a group vacation property. There are a few old gravel pits that filled with water and became lakes, there is also a river / creek that runs one edge of the property. We pull these trailers out to different places around the property and come out here to fish and camp on the weekends. In the fall and winter we store them in here. “ Jan continued, “Maybe 10 years ago we thought about the possibility of having to live out here for an extended time. So we slowly started building up supplies.”

Maria’s eyes locked on the Glock 19 on her sister’s hip. “What about all the guns? You all are wearing them since we got here.” She looked at the ready rack on the wall. “And look at those huge guns!” She was looking at the two AR15 rifles and the Benelli M4 shotgun. “Are they loaded?”

Jan spoke calmly, “We treat all guns as loaded all the time here. The two rifles are not loaded.” She gestured to the empty magazine wells. “The shotgun is loaded.”

“Why did we come out here in the middle of the night?”

“John’s friend T did and still does government work. Spooky government work. Anyway he’s got contacts and one of them sent the ‘bug out’ signal so we left.”

“So he knew the solar flare was commming?”

“Well maybe it was a solar flare, maybe it was something else.” John had come back into the trailer.

“How are you holding out Maria?”, John asked.

“I’m in shock, it’s kind of scarey.”

“Well I understand.” He opened and closet and a case inside the closet and extracted a 4 inch Ruger Speed Six revolver, checking to see if it was unloaded. “Would this make you feel more safe?”

Jan shot John a withering look. Her sister was a bit liberal and had never touched at firearm of any kind.

Jan was shocked when Maria replied, “I uh think maybe I would be but I don’t know how to work it.”

Jan’s face dropped in astonishment and John gave a guick course in basic revolver operation. It was decided the revolver would stay unloaded tonight but they’d let her fire it a few times the next day and she could decide if she wanted to keep it and in what condition.

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Ed climbed to the Cupola relieved everyone had made it safely. It was full on dark he thought he could make out a faint light in the Streitmatter farm. The horizon was very, very dark. The radio was still full of static on the AM band. He did manage to lock in on Alex Jones , he normally considered him a raving nut job. His claim was starting tomorrow during the daytime government Emergency Broadcast System channels would start to be availible but there would be much static in the evenings as the government tried to tried to keep a lid on, ‘The Information’.

Hmmmm Ed thought as he slid down the pole. Since everyone was here Ed decided to have a drink to celebrate. First he had to throw Stormy the dog and Tigger the cat some snacks. Then Ed made a cup of instant hot apple cider and spiked it with a shot of Pusser’s Navy Rum. As he drifted off to a warm sleep his last thoughts were that Maria was kinda hot.

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It kinda fizzled here - happy new years

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Re: The Barn

Post by 91Eunozs » Thu Dec 28, 2017 10:37 pm

A bit rough, and a lot of gaps to fill in but fun.

I’m not much of one for overly descriptive dialogue just to identify details such as the brand of pants, etc., but can see why you did so. I do like a lot of detail for “action” scenes though as it helps me paint the mental picture.

I like the premise, and in fact have been reading A LOT of EMP-related fiction lately. I think this one could be worked into a good one...

Thanks for sharing!
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Re: The Barn

Post by idahobob » Fri Dec 29, 2017 10:26 am

Is this another short one, or will there be MOAR??

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Re: The Barn

Post by wtr100 » Sat Dec 30, 2017 5:10 pm

idahobob wrote:Is this another short one, or will there be MOAR??

Bob

might be more we'll see
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Re: The Barn

Post by wtr100 » Sat Dec 30, 2017 5:12 pm

91Eunozs wrote:A bit rough, and a lot of gaps to fill in but fun.

I’m not much of one for overly descriptive dialogue just to identify details such as the brand of pants, etc., but can see why you did so. I do like a lot of detail for “action” scenes though as it helps me paint the mental picture.

I like the premise, and in fact have been reading A LOT of EMP-related fiction lately. I think this one could be worked into a good one...

Thanks for sharing!

yeh - details are the bug a boo for Ralwsesque bad fiction writers ....
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Re: The Barn

Post by Nature_Lover » Fri Jan 12, 2018 12:01 am

Thank you for your story.
I keep checking back for more, and hoping you haven't given up on it because of all of the critical feedback.
I don't think it's "rough."
I also don't think we got lost in details.
MOAR! Please? :)

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Re: The Barn

Post by wtr100 » Fri Jan 12, 2018 3:13 pm

Chapter 2

Ed woke to the dog barking on day two. Maybe the others had started to arrive he thought. It was very dim in the trailer tucked away in the barn but with the wind howling outside the dim light seemed a fair trade. Actually no body was there, the dog just needed to pee or maybe just felt the urge to bark. Ed had no idea the time but guessed 7 am or so. He turned the heat in the trailer up a notch and began to pre-heat the oven for another batch of corn biscuits.

Ed decided to climb up to the Cupola and see what was to be seen. The answer was white, lots of white. The ice storm had turned to a full on blizzard. He couldn't see but 200 yards. The temperature seemed to have fallen and the fine snow was blowing in through the slats.

Back in the trailer Ed worked on a batch of corn biscuits while having a cup of instant coffee. He was concerned about the others. Had they bugged out like him? Were they trapped in vehicles on the road and sitting it out. Had the tried to ditch the vehicles and forge on? Maybe they hadn't bugged out and were at home still. Maybe. Maybe.

Ed wasn't used to no being able to communicate to anyone, anywhere, instantly. After breakfast he'd fiddle with the radio and see if he could find information. Maybe he'd grab a Buddy Heater and climb into the Cupola and see if the extra line of sight would help him find something. Ed reflexively looked at his digital watch and remembered it didn't work. He timed the biscuits by smell and they came out well.

Smokey looked longingly from the dog bed so Ed threw the black dog a biscuit. The cat raised his head and shot an accusing look. "Stupid cat you don't even like corn biscuits." The cat kept the look up so Ed tore a bit of biscuit off and offered it to the cat. The cat sniffed it, too a tentative bit then ate it down. "Stupid cat."

Breakfast over Ed gathered some things to go up into the Cupola for a while and put them into a small daypack. A very sensitive and expensive Sangean AM/FM/SW radio, a cheap portable police/fire scanner, a small radiant heater and 1 lb propane cylinder, a bottle of water, two very high protein body builder food bars and he filled a water bottle. He'd need to pump more water in a bit he thought to himself. Ed had his Glock 17 on, thought about taking his AR from the ready rack. There's a blizzard out and do I really need to haul it all the way up? He was half out the door and went back and got the rifle and bandoleer.

Up in the 4' x 8' room that projected from the roof of the barn Ed first lit off the heater. Looking out through the waves of snow he could barely see the lakes to the East and West and certainly couldn't see Mackinaw Creek to the North. It was so weird Ed thought to not have a National Weather Service forecast along with live Doppler radar hot off the internet. It made the storm more frightening.

Ed sat on an old bar stool that had been pull up into the little room. He turned on the police/fire scanner first, nothing. Next he began scanning with the Sangean. Auto scan didn't lock onto anything one either AM or FM. He tried some of the shortwave bands but wasn't really the team expert on shortwave. Ed munched a chalky extra high protein bar as he worked. He'd made a good living over the years selling these things to body builders and other athletes and they were better than starving to death but only a little. He tried manually tuning and thought he caught something on the AM band but after half hour of frustration Ed gave up. He looked at the fire pole but decided with the rifle and pack that the ladder made more sense.

Back at the trailer he climbed the ladder to the roof and connected the DC power supply into the trailer. Inside he checked the power flow and found it was about 40% of ideal. It made sense with the dim light and covering of ice and snow on the panel. He switched on the LED interior lights and started the heater on the lowest setting. The lights made the world a little less gloomy. Ed's world at this point was a 12' camper. I was used as much as a weekend getaway, actually using it as a BOL seemed like bad fiction. During the summer it was pulled down by one of the two lakes on the property. One year Ed tried putting it by the Mackinaw Creek and almost lost it in a flash flood.

They had eased into prepping over the years but spent as much time just camping and enjoying the property. The old barn had been upgraded over the years. There was talk of 'finishing' the loft into a sort of lodge or cabin. Right now there were three trailers in the barn Ed's being by far the smallest, a couple ATV's, a UTV. The loft was full of all sorts of bins and totes and survival stuff.

Time was odd - Ed had no real idea what time it was without all the constant time cues of modern life. He was pretty sure it was afternoon but 1:00 or 3:00 - he didn't know. He had a cold corn biscuit and decided to read. He pulled out ' Tactical Pistol: Advanced Gunfighting Concepts and Techniques' by Gabe Saurez and the late , great Col Jeff Cooper. He hopped on to his bunk and was joined by a cat and a dog.

After a bit of reading he could tell it was getting dark outside. Full dark was 5:30 or so this time of year so it must be about 5. There were a few biscuit left so they would be dinner. The wind seemed to be howling less so maybe the storm had broken. He really should climb up into the Cupola and try the radio again but he was warm under the wool blanket and the critters had settled in so instead he decided to watch 'Independence Day' and crash. Deep down he was worried about the others but there was little he could do. Tomorrow he'd take another look at his options.
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Re: The Barn

Post by wtr100 » Fri Jan 12, 2018 3:14 pm

Warning - really awful fiction follows - author not responisble for loss of IQ points resulting from reading this junk.

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He saw the truck moving down the snow covered road. Through the binoculars Ed could see people crammed into the cab. It was T’s truck, how the heck was it still rolling? As the truck got closer Ed could make out 4 people crammed into the cab. Ed slung his AR and slid down the fire pole, he always felt like a kid when he did that, then headed out to meet them.

The truck stopped 75 yards from the barn in front of a monster drift. Ed could see T’s wife Mary jump out of the driver side while others piled out the passenger side. Mary ran to the back and opened the tonneau cover. Ed was surprised to see T, John and Rusty and three dogs hop out. Stormy realizing his pals were here barked and rushed to sniff butts with the other dogs.

“These guys are freezing!” Marry called. “Get them inside.”

The guys walked stiffly into Ed’s small trailer. Ed cranked the heat to max and got water for coffee going. Mary and the other ladies got heaters going in their trailers. Ed mixed his special coffee/coco brew, one spoon full of instant coffee with a spoonful of a chocolate protein powder that tasted almost like hot coco mix.


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An hour later the men had defrosted and everyone had migrated to T and Mary’s trailer, while not the biggest it did have the most inside space. Everyone had gotten the “Beat Feet’ message in the wee hours of the morning and in the middle of an epic ice storm. It turned out Ed being a single guy and closest to the Bug Out Barn when all the electronics. He told the story of stuffing Tigger the cat into a backpack and walking through the ice storm with Stormy to the barn.

He told about hearing the President from his ‘Hawaiian Whitehouse’ explain that it was thought to be extreme solar flares that caused large parts of the country to lose power. Ed also heard opinions from talk hosts such as Glen Beck and Rush Limbaugh that this was non-sense, even G Gordon Liddy had come out of retirement and was broadcasting on a 100,000 watt blowtorch AM station in Texas. The signals were full of static and hard to follow. But something surely kicked a large part of the country in the teeth.

Others joined in with their own stories.

Travels that first night were a mess. Ed had foolishly struck out on foot through the storm. But God looks after drunks and fools they say. Unknown to Ed several miles behind him was John and Jan and Jan’s sister Maria. Maria wasn’t a member of the group but she was staying with John and Jan so under traditional laws of hospitality John and Jan were obligated to keep her safe. When their truck died they pulled totes of supplies from the topper over the bed and put them either in the front or outside. They piled into the back and cranked on a buddy heater to hold out until the storm broke.


Rusty and Cindy were even further back when their truck died. They just wriggled into USGI mummy bags when a vehicle came up behind them. It turned out to be T and Mary who’s old diesel rig was still running. Cindy went over to stay in the warm truck with Mary. T and their dog piled into the quad cab of Rusty and Cindy’s rig.

Thus everyone rode out the ice storm and blizzard that followed. After 30 plus hour hunkered in place T , Mary, Rusty and Cindy along with two dogs decided to strike out in T’s diesel truck. The issue was space, T’s truck had a standard cab with a bench seat and a tonnaeu cover over the bed. The solution was to remove some gear from bed and Rusty and two dogs to ride in the cold back. Several sleeping bags were set down and Rusty got into his own bag, that and with two dogs piled next to him it was still pretty cold but tolerable.

The roads were treacherous with ice and blown / drifted snow. At one point they literally dug through a drift and T and Rusty swapped places. Ten miles down the road they ran into John, Jan and Maria. With another 10 miles to go they piled four ladies into the cab with three guys and three dogs in the bed under the cover. The next three hours were miserable all the way around until they made it to the gate to ‘The Property’ and ‘The Barn’.

As folks were talking Mary was cooking. She prepared a simple dish of Chicken , noodles, rice, onions and green peas. After a quick grace everyone ate. The talked about setting up a 24 x 7 watch in the Cupola but decided to hold off, not seeing a need yet. Ed said he’d climb up there for a while and use the height and improved night time radio reception to see if he could pull in some news and see if there were any lights visible on the horizon. They’d meet in the morning to discuss further plans. Everyone broke up.

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In the trailer Maria turned to her sister Jan, “What is this and what’s going on? Why does everyone have guns? Are you a bunch of survivalist militias?”

Jan replied, “This place was a gravel mine in the late 1800’s. After that it was a dairy farm for many years. The people you met tonight bought it as a group vacation property. There are a few old gravel pits that filled with water and became lakes, there is also a river / creek that runs one edge of the property. We pull these trailers out to different places around the property and come out here to fish and camp on the weekends. In the fall and winter we store them in here. “ Jan continued, “Maybe 10 years ago we thought about the possibility of having to live out here for an extended time. So we slowly started building up supplies.”

Maria’s eyes locked on the Glock 19 on her sister’s hip. “What about all the guns? You all are wearing them since we got here.” She looked at the ready rack on the wall. “And look at those huge guns!” She was looking at the two AR15 rifles and the Benelli M4 shotgun. “Are they loaded?”

Jan spoke calmly, “We treat all guns as loaded all the time here. The two rifles are not loaded.” She gestured to the empty magazine wells. “The shotgun is loaded.”

“Why did we come out here in the middle of the night?”

“John’s friend T did and still does government work. Spooky government work. Anyway he’s got contacts and one of them sent the ‘bug out’ signal so we left.”

“So he knew the solar flare was commming?”

“Well maybe it was a solar flare, maybe it was something else.” John had come back into the trailer.

“How are you holding out Maria?”, John asked.

“I’m in shock, it’s kind of scarey.”

“Well I understand.” He opened and closet and a case inside the closet and extracted a 4 inch Ruger Speed Six revolver, checking to see if it was unloaded. “Would this make you feel more safe?”

Jan shot John a withering look. Her sister was a bit liberal and had never touched at firearm of any kind.

Jan was shocked when Maria replied, “I uh think maybe I would be but I don’t know how to work it.”

Jan’s face dropped in astonishment and John gave a guick course in basic revolver operation. It was decided the revolver would stay unloaded tonight but they’d let her fire it a few times the next day and she could decide if she wanted to keep it and in what condition.

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Ed climbed to the Cupola relieved everyone had made it safely. It was full on dark he thought he could make out a faint light in the Streitmatter farm. The horizon was very, very dark. The radio was still full of static on the AM band. He did manage to lock in on Alex Jones , he normally considered him a raving nut job. His claim was starting tomorrow during the daytime government Emergency Broadcast System channels would start to be availible but there would be much static in the evenings as the government tried to tried to keep a lid on, ‘The Information’.

Hmmmm Ed thought as he slid down the pole. Since everyone was here Ed decided to have a drink to celebrate. First he had to throw Stormy the dog and Tigger the cat some snacks. Then Ed made a cup of instant hot apple cider and spiked it with a shot of Pusser’s Navy Rum. As he drifted off to a warm sleep his last thoughts were that Maria was kinda hot.

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The story kinda ends here

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Re: The Barn

Post by Catshooter » Fri Jan 12, 2018 9:20 pm

"The story kinda ends here."

Ok. I like your work man. You can post more or another story and I'll read it.


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Re: The Barn

Post by idahobob » Sat Jan 13, 2018 9:27 am

Kinda ends? :?

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People who are rather more than six feet tall and nearly as broad across the shoulders often have uneventful journeys. People jump out at them from behind rocks then say things like, "Oh. Sorry. I thought you were someone else."

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Re: The Barn

Post by wtr100 » Sat Jan 13, 2018 5:01 pm

idahobob wrote:Kinda ends? :?

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wrote it a whlle back and lost interest - maybe one day I;ll pick it up - or maybe not - lots of emp fiction out there right now
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