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You Took Away Tomorrow: Chapter 9 - Meet the Enemy

Double length entry this week. Enjoy!

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Chapter 9: Meet the Enemy
              Jack was torn. On one hand, he too felt the surge of adrenaline and warrior’s desire to saddle up and ride out in hopes of saving the seemingly outmatched local police forces. On the other hand, he also realized how difficult their situation was. They had only a handful of adults with varying degrees of training and a flock of young children to tend to. At best, they could spare two or three people to send out to help—one needed to stay with the children, two needed to guard the neighborhood perimeter. Kyle had relayed that the attack was taking place on the Interstate, which meant any rescue party would have a several mile journey over streets that were almost certainly jammed up to a varying degree. If there was still a gun battle going on when they arrived, the rescue party would have no way of communicating or coordinating with any surviving officers on scene. The potential for a friendly fire situation was high. And, if the police were already overwhelmed, would two or three of his people be enough to sway the tide?
              Jack cursed under his breath. Really, they just were not in a good position to render aid. Not enough people, not close enough to the battle site, with little to no intelligence about the situation and no good means of communication with the officers.
Still, Jack felt the pull. Despite it all, he felt the duty to help, regardless the cost. But he also knew he couldn’t give into that desire. His children and his friends needed him alive. It was heart wrenching. Jack slammed his palm against the old oak tree he was taking cover behind and keyed the push-to-talk button on his radio.
“Kyle, I want to run out there and fight as much as you do, brother. But we’re in a terrible position to render aid.”

There was silence on the other end of the line for a moment, before Kyle responded.
“I know, man. I know. The cops are calling the retreat. It sounds like there are two squad cars inbound to assist—hopefully they can pick up the survivors and bail out of there.”
“That’s better aid than we can render. Can you pick up any details about the attackers?”
“Not much. Sounds like they are firing from concealment—one of the cops was calling out that they were wearing hunting camouflage. Several reports of fully automatic weapons, and we’re catching the sound of some in the background of the radio chatter.”
 The hunting camouflage was surprising. Living in the South East, the various hunting camo patterns—Realtree, Mossy Oak and others—were part of the everyday attire for many locals, and nearly every outdoorsman had a set for deer season. If the attackers had been part of a large foreign military unit, then they would likely have been in a military garb, not the uniform of rednecks and sportsmen. At this point, still not even 24 hours after the initial nuclear attacks, Jack doubted that those local rednecks and deer hunters would have gone crazy enough to start setting off truck bombs and ambushing responding officers.
“Kyle, I think the ambushers may be some kind of terrorist or paramilitary group,” Jack relayed over the walkie.
“We were thinking the same thing. Truck bomb fits the M.O. Haven’t seen any parachutes, so this ain’t a full-on Red Dawn-style invasion yet.”
Jack cursed under his breath again. Armed, dangerous and aggressive enemy guerrilla fighters operating in his area.
“All right. Security just got even more urgent for us. We’ve got bad guys within a few miles of here and apparently the local police are in full retreat. They’ll call in the cavalry and rally some kind of SWAT unit or the National Guard, but who knows how fast that response will come. And, on top of that, there are probably a lot of scared, wounded people that are going to dump off the freeway into our area. We’ve got our game plan formulated—now we need to finish putting things into place.”
Jack and Tex switched guard responsibilities again, leaving Jack and Fiona free to head out and pre-position the vehicles. By the time Tex and Jack had completed the swap and Jack had returned to his home, the battle between the police forces and ambushers sounded like it had ended. Over the radio, it was apparent that the police had taken heavy losses and were scrambling for help to go back onto the scene and look for the wounded.
Jack and Fiona loaded into the vehicles—Jack’s Tacoma and Amy MacNab’s Explorer—preparing to head out. The vehicles were each stocked with a tank of gas, a storage tote full of nonperishable food, several gallons water, an assortment of basic camping gear and an ammunition can with spare rifle ammunition. Before leaving, Jack confirmed the plan with Kyle. 
“You still think it’s smart to drive these perfectly good trucks, full of perfectly good supplies and leave ‘em out in the woods?” Kyle asked. He’d finished one of the spike strips and was putting the finishing touches on the second. They were simple in construction – spare sheets of plywood with a random assortment of large nails and screws driven through at regular intervals and rope drag-handles added on one side. Crude but effective.
“Yep, it’s a risk, but we all agreed that it was a smart enough risk to take. If the entrance of the neighborhood is cut off and we need to retreat, these will be our express ticket out of here. And they’re not doing us a heck of a lot of good sitting in the driveway, either,” Jack said, gesturing to the collection of vehicles parked around his home. In addition to the two vehicles chosen for caching, they also had Fiona’s Nissan Pathfinder, Kyle’s Ford F150 and Tex’s Chevy K10 diesel pickup. Tex also had his Polaris RZR ATV stored in the back of his toy hauler camper trailer—it only seated two, but, being fast, agile and very off-road capable, it was definitely a valuable asset to have around. The Pathfinder could seat up to seven, Kyle’s King Cab F150 could seat five in the cab, and the old Chevy could fit three, which gave them enough seating capacity for the seven adults and five children in the group. The Explorer and Tacoma that they were caching had a total seating capacity of twelve, though it would be a tight squeeze. Either way, they would have enough vehicle space to transport all of the group’s members, with ease.
“But, you know the plan—if we can’t hide the vehicles well, we’re going to turn around and come back. We’ll try to maintain regular radio contact,” Jack said.
Kyle nodded.
“Stay safe out there, man.”
“You too. Hold down the fort here.”
The two shook hands. A few feet away, Porter was hugging Fiona tightly.
“Hey little man, your mom and I will be right back. No worries. We’re just running around the corner,” Jack said.
Porter looked up at him—Jack caught the glimpse of tears forming in the seven year old’s eyes, but he was bravely trying to hold them back.
“I’ll make sure Link stays safe until you get back,” Porter volunteered, his voice cracking from worry. Jack hugged his son tightly.
“You’re a good boy, son. You’re doing really well—I am proud as heck of you. You really don’t need to worry. Look at mom and I—we’re armed to the teeth! Nobody is going to mess with us.”
Porter laughed at that, and then was called into the house by Esmerelda to help with watching the younger children. Distracted, he scampered off.
Jack opened the door of the Explorer for Fiona, helping her load her AR and day pack into the cab.
 “All right, you remember the plan. If we run into trouble, we turn around and go home. If we need to bail out of the vehicles, I will call out ‘ditch’. If we get shot at—which I don’t think we will—and you know which direction it’s coming from, call out ‘contact’, followed by the direction. Keep an eye out and stay close behind,” he explained.
“Yep—I’ve got it, love. Let’s get going,” Fiona said with a slightly nervous smile.
They started up the vehicles, and, after a brief wave to Kyle, headed out. At the neighborhoods entrance, they paused before turning, Jack scanning either way up the road. It was empty at this point—a hopeful sign.
“Vaya con Dios,” Tex called over the radio.
“Always. Be right back,” Jack replied.
They accelerated quickly, turning off Jack’s street and onto the through road. They sped up quickly towards their turn off, a back road a mere half mile up the road. They zipped around the corner in a matter of seconds.
The back road they turned onto was a curving, low-traffic side road. It travelled in an east-west direction, with a small community church and a few older homes built up on the north side of the road and undeveloped, forested land to the south—the forest that bordered the Rourke homestead. Two miles down, the road joined up with a moderate sized subdivision of newly constructed homes, but the residents of the development preferred to use other roads with more direct access to shopping, highways and the Interstate.
A quick drive down the road, there was a long, narrow clearing in the forest to the south. The clearing sat directly across from the community church, which had an empty parking lot and no signs of life.
“Here’s our turn off,” Jack radioed, feeling the prickle of nervousness that came when trying to do something in secrecy.
“I don’t see anyone—do you?” Fiona asked.
Jack scanned around one last time.
“I think we’re clear. Let’s go,” Jack said. He slowed and turned off the road, driving his Tacoma down a slight hill from the road and into the clearing, the four wheel drive handling the ruts and bumps with ease.
The clearing was shaped vaguely like a jug, with a short, narrower entrance and a wide body. The shape was one of the reasons Jack had selected it for their hide site. Driving into the clearing, they were able to angle their course to one side, quickly moving out of the field of view available through the narrower entrance. Now, behind the cover of thick forest, the trucks were no longer visible from the road.
Jack scanned the tree line for a spot to park the trucks and found a good candidate.
“Let’s circle around,” he said, pulling the Tacoma around to face the clearing’s entrance. Fiona did likewise with the Explorer.
“I’m going to clear a spot for us to back in. I’ll need you to get out and cover.”
“Gotcha,” Fiona replied.
“Homebase, we’re doing good. Do you read?” Jack radioed, unfamiliar with the exact radio lingo used by actual armed professionals. They should probably come up with call signs of some variety—but that would have to wait. Any comms were good comms for now.
“Read you clear, bud. We’re good here,” Tex replied.
Jack retrieved a golok-style machete from his pack and headed to the tree line, hacking away at a cluster of large bushes. Fiona kept a watchful eye, AR-15 held in a low-ready position. After a few minutes work, Jack had the brush cleared and piled to one side.
“All right, I’ll back the trucks in. Almost there,” Jack said. He backed the Tacoma in first, driving back as far into the forest as he could before parking it. Then came the Explorer.
“Ok, come on back here,” Jack called to Fiona, who retreated from the open view of the clearing and back into the forest. Slinging their rifles, the couple combined their efforts to move the bushes back into place, covering the opening that the vehicles had driven into. Then, they retrieved the camo netting and spread it over each vehicle. To add further camouflage, Jack spread armfuls of fallen leaves and vegetation over netting and propped fallen branches along the vehicles’ sides.
“Looks pretty good,” Fiona said approvingly. Jack took a dozen paces back to survey the job. It wouldn’t stand up to close scrutiny, but, given the thick forest, it would do a good job of masking the vehicles at a distance.
Jack took radioed an update back into the homestead, and then the couple took a moment to drink water, get their bearings and gather themselves together.
“Well, did you ever think we’d be doing something like this, babe?” Jack asked, stashing the machete inside its sheath lashed to the side of the Camelbak military line daypack he’d brought along.
“What? Hiding our car in the forest, just in case? No, love, I can’t say that I did. But I’m glad you did,” Fiona said, sipping from the Camelbak reservoir in her pack. Jack took a moment to look at her—his wife, in combat gear, with a war belt on her hips and an AR-15 in hand. It was so very different from the fashionable mom attire that she usually wore. 
“Well, only sort of thought through, obviously. This isn’t the ideal plan, but it’s the best I can come up with. You know, I’m making this up as we go along—I wish that I’d figured more of this out beforehand,” Jack said.
“There was no way anyone could have anticipated this. And really, you did everything you reasonably could to prepare us for something like this—normal life had to be lived. I can’t imagine what this would be like if we didn’t have our act together like we do,” Fiona replied.
 “We’d probably be pretty panicked…and this is only 24 hours into this mess. We’ll see how the next few days unfold.”
Jack checked his gear quickly to make sure that nothing had been lost while working. Four rifle magazines in his chest rig, plus two in a drop-leg rig on his left thigh. One pistol magazine on his chest rig, plus two in the drop-leg rig. Glock 17 with Surefire light still in its drop-leg holster. Five-inch fixed blade knife still in place behind his right kidney. Other gear still in place in his pockets and his pack. He was ready.
Fiona performed a similar check over her gear and then gave the thumbs up signal.
“All right, babe. Let’s double check things here and then get home,” Jack said.
“Sounds good, love.”
Jack checked the doors to the vehicles one last time. Locked, alarms on. Both were recent year model vehicles, with modern security systems and numerous anti-theft measure that made them very difficult to hotwire. Jack wasn’t overly worried about the vehicles getting stolen—the real concern was that someone would find the vehicles, bust out the windows and steal the gear inside. None of the gear was critical, but it would certainly be missed if taken.
“We’ll have to come back and check here regularly. Maybe set up some kind of perimeter alarm. Someone could set up camp in the clearing and eventually stumble on these,” Jack mentioned.
Next, the couple crept back towards the edge of the forest, scanning out over the clearing. Jack checked for tire tracks over the grass and weeds, but couldn’t spot anything that was particularly identifiable. Then, they crept towards the back road and set up in a prone position that allowed them to observe the road.
They watched for several minutes, with a half dozen different vehicles passing by and no causes for concern. The area was quiet and peaceful, the songs of birds and the rustling of wind in the trees a calming contrast to the chaos happening in the world. Satisfied, the couple snuck away from their observation point and began the hike back towards their home.
“Homebase, we’re on our way back. Should be there in ten or fifteen,” Jack radioed.
The hike was fairly easy. Jack had made the journey a few times before—he enjoyed exploring the forest with his boys—and knew the way well.
“So, what’s the plan when we get back?” Fiona asked as they walked.
              “Finish up the neighborhood entrance. If the other guys haven’t yet, I want to make up some ‘You loot, we shoot’ signs. Then, I think we need to slow the pace down a bit and get some rest.”
              “Sounds good to me.”
              A few minutes out from the house, the distant wail of a siren broke through the forest’s ambient noise.
              “You hear that?” Jack asked.
              “I do—what do you think that is? Police?”
              Jack shrugged.
              “Not sure.”
              They paused, waiting for a moment to listen, ears turned in the direction of the sound. It was growing closer. Jack keyed his radio.
              “Hey, any visual on whatever is attached to that siren?”
              They waited a minute for a response.
              “Uhh, hey guys. Ya—it is an ambulance. Coming our way. We’re checking it out,” came Amy’s eventual reply.
              Jack and Fiona started moving again.
              “Think it’s anything?” Fiona asked.
              “Could just be passing by,” Jack said.
              The radio crackled again with Amy’s voice.
              “Guys, it’s Mike! He’s here!”
              “That’s awesome! We’ll be there in a minute,” Jack said. Excited, they quickened their pace, jogging down the rough trail that led to their backyard. Soon, they emerged onto the lawn, happy to be back home.
              “Hey, we’re here. This is us in the back,” Jack called into the radio, wanting to ensure no one was startled by their arrival.
              “Guys! Help, now!” someone bellowed at the front of the home, the cry filled with urgency.
              Jack and Fiona broke into a run, AR-15s in hand. Jack led the way, pausing at the edge of the house, shouldering his carbine before popping out from behind cover.
              The ambulance was parked in the front of their house, the rear doors thrown open. Mike Blackwell, disheveled, uniform stained with blood, stood at the doors, wrestling to help unload someone from the back.
“Mike!” Jack yelled, slinging his rifle and hurrying in to assist. Mike and Kyle were unloading an injured man from the back of the vehicle. Jack stepped in, moving to help bear the weight. The man had a makeshift tourniquet and a pile of bandages wrapped around his left thigh, but what caught Jack’s attention was full set of Realtree camouflage the man wore and the olive drab chest rig on top of that. The man was vaguely Slavic in appearance, pale and appeared unconscious. Handcuffs had been locked around his wrists.
Jack hesitated for a moment, watching as Kyle and Mike carried the man’s limp form by.
              “Hey Mike—I think that’s one of the bad guys.”
              “Damn straight it is!” a deep voice boomed from behind him. Jack turned to see a large black man in the tatters that remained of a police uniform, holding a bandage to a badly bleeding shoulder. The right side of his face was charred and raw, his eye swollen shut, right eyebrow and part of his close-cropped hair singed clean off, ear a ragged mess. Despite his injuries, the officer stood straight and firm, a look of steely determination in his one good eye.
              The officer sized Jack up with a glance.
“And you, Mr. Doomsday Prepper, are going to help me keep that terrorist scum from dying on us.”


  1. Catpocolypse NowJuly 14, 2013

    I see... Infiltration by those who can kindly of blend in. Very timely storyline.

  2. Catpocolypse NowJuly 14, 2013

    Oops, sorry about the typo, and good story by the way. :)

  3. AnonymousJuly 14, 2013

    first help the officer. then take all the supplies useable out of the ambulance if allowed and use it as a road block, if not then do what the officer says, keep the children away from the terrorists

  4. AnonymousJuly 14, 2013

    "A good plan, executed violently now, is better than a perfect plan next week." Patton

    With the borders being relatively unsecured for decades, any insurgency would've made it into the country without having to worry about parachuting in. No Red Dawn moment would be necessary, as they could easily mobilize several hundred thousand well armed troops in country without ever being detected. Be that as it may...

    The LEO is in no position to dictate to the group. While I can well appreciate his situation and the "request" he just made, I am not so sure the tone is appropriate. Perhaps it would be in his best interest to explain first, then seek cooperation from the group. I am sure Jack and the rest will do what they can to help out. Certainly not the tact I would take. Besides, I would think Mike would've already explained it to him before they got there. Just seems a bit inappropriate when you are in a bad state and the first thing out of your mouth is barking orders. Bad form. Jack should be tolerant of the attitude for now, but at some point it needs to be addressed, maybe after some tending to and some chow and rest for the man.

    That said, It should be fairly obvious to Jack and Kyle right away that this new development will be of vital importance to them and taking care of the two injured people would be in their best interest. Not sure if they will be effective, but they need to make the effort for sure. I'd be asking at some point here real quick for the LEOs credentials, just so there's no misunderstandings later on. I'd also make it clear to the officer who is in charge of this group, in case he has any ideas of barking any more orders. Be polite, be diplomatic, but make sure he understands his status as a guest of the group. Also let him know his presence and his cooperation are greatly appreciated, as long as they are reasonably sure he is who he claims to be.

    I'd debrief Mike asap. Coming into the neighborhood the way he did requires some explaining. I'm not so sure I would've been blaring sirens all the way in. Was that really necessary?

    The next chapter should be chock full of all sorts of intel. Given that an insurgency is much more likely now, some serious planning and evaluation can begin. But don't overplan it.

  5. WHOOOOO! I was getting worry that something had happen to you and you couldn't do the next chapter! :)
    Very intense. The ending kinda surprised me and kinda didn't. What question are we supposed to answer?

    1. Naa...real life happened is all!

      Big "what next"? at the end there.

  6. AnonymousJuly 15, 2013

    I think Jack has to have a heart to heart with the officer and explain to him the reality of the situation...he is an outsider, he is there at the pleasure of the group, and he doesn't give orders. They would value him as an addition if he wanted to stay, but if he thinks he is the defacto leader just because he is a cop, he needs to hit the road.

  7. Green Eyed JinnJuly 15, 2013

    Triage and treat as possible, for both patients.

    Get that ambulance Out of Sight! We have confirmed foreign fighters operating in the American southeast!! I would recommend seeing if I could fit it in a garage of one of the now-empty homes of folks who bugged out during the missile attack hoax, or at least get it in a back yard and covered. Just NOT on Jack's property - OPSEC requirements just jumped up several orders of magnitude. Otherwise, it's just a neon sign to say, "Come and look here."

    I would also consider making Jack's house look as unlived in as possible. They should be reasonably fortified by now. Again, we're talking OPSEC with certain enemies in the immediate area.

    Already mentioned in the story, Jack and crew need to get their communications tighter. They need call-signs, challenge/responses, and a duress code(s) as a minimum. They should likely get some basic brevity codes worked out, too, and minimize the amount of time they broadcast.

    Debrief Mike and the police officer ASAP. Politely verify identities. Cooperate with the officer as in their mutual interest. Be firm on levels of authority and who orders what -- the cop just put Jack's entire tribe (especially kids) at risk. He better be able to justify it or be ready to move on. Don't interfere with the prisoner. And don't turn your back on either of them. I strongly recommend somebody carefully check the prisoner for an RF beacon or any other way he could be tracked. It may be wise to move any medical treatment area to a nearby propterty, too.

    1. Great post here.

      I'd thoroughly search the prisoner and remove his clothes before doing anything else. Don't take any chances of him having something on him.

      Might not be a good idea to put out "loot and shoot" signs with insurgents around. They might get you more attention than you want.

  8. PS The window for seeing Barry the gunshop owner is rapidly narrowing. There still may be time; he could be a very valuable ally, especially since we now have terrorists/foreign combatants.

    1. Good idea! Barry's recourses would be very useful, especially if he is an all out "prepper". Right now, with a terrorist in the house, one more fighter, with a lot more guns, AND, his own food, could make a huge difference.

  9. AnonymousJuly 15, 2013

    Don't go anywhere right now. They have what they need for the near term. Unless they can get to a very well fortified and larger friendly group, right now it is all about hunkering down, dealing with the current situation, and preparing for contact, either with refugees or with BGs. I'd be seriously looking for some defensive hardpoints, fox holes, bunkers, anything that will give them good field of fire but protect them as much as possible from incoming. Trouble's coming.

  10. AnonymousJuly 15, 2013

    Like the other people commenting, I would certainly check the cop's ID and try to make sure he was legitimate. If I had any doubts, I would take his weapons and keep him under guard as well. I see the benefit of keeping the terrorist alive long enough to find out who he is and who is behind the attacks, as long as they strip him and make sure he has no way of communicating. If he has a tourniquet on he is going to lose a limb and then succumb to infection. Would not waste antibiotics on him. But he might have some lucid time in which he could be a source of information. If Jack's group knows their blood type and has the right gear, they could give him a pint or two of blood from any universal donor and see if he comes around. And I wouldn't put up a sign that says looters will be shot, mine would say "Keep out. Trespassers will be killed." I would keep the kids away from the terrorist...he is going to have an ugly end, no matter what. I am curious about fellow readers: would you, once you confirmed the guy was a terrorist, be willing to torture him to get information?

    1. AnonymousJuly 16, 2013

      water boarding isn't torture

  11. AnonymousJuly 16, 2013

    Great story! Hide ambulance, no sign of life in and around the home is a good idea, and I have to think the officer is probably willing to "pursuade" the bad guy to talk, but if not to answer the question I would do it myself.

  12. Hide the ambulance by any means possible, its a magnet they don't need. Treat the wounded as best as possible, the cop needs to come down from the adrenaline rush he is still feeling. Try to debrief both him and Mike SEPARATELY. This is the intelligence the group needs, they need to capitalize on it.
    Continue to harden defenses as possible. Once the bad guy can talk, we'll see.

  13. It is funny to listen to some of the responses to a fictional story. If this story was a real event the rule of law is still in play. You attempt to disarm a legitimate law enforcement you are going to be in a world of hurt. The event is not an excuse for common sense to go out the window. You may be successful in disarming him but at what cost. What if you murder him in disarming him or take him hostage(put him under guard)because that is how the law will view it when thing return to normal. The bottom line is you will still be held accountable for your actions at some point. Just because there is a disaster does not mean you get to make your own rules. They still have to be reasonable and justifiable. Now if the officer does not want to work with Jack and the group you can send him on his way with his prisoner, but anything more than that would be stupid. The last thing you need is the attention of the police and National Guard because you have been targeted as a radical group.

  14. should say "legitimate law enforcement officer"

  15. Hide the ambulance AFTER you strip it of supplies. Or, it's a huge and heavy vehicle, use it as a road block, haphazardly parked at the end of the street. Take the keys and battery in case they need to move or use it.

    Keep the officer sequestered away from the family and definitely the supply area for now. He sounds either like a real jerk OR someone that thinks these civvies have no idea what is going on and how to handle themselves. His fight reaction is strong and he's trained to take command, so he could just be reverting. Or he could be a jerk. Better to sort that out away from the kids and supplies. Zip tie that officer's hands until he chills out.

    Use only the supplies from the ambulance to treat those two. Otherwise they are using their own supplies and risk running short.

  16. AnonymousJuly 16, 2013

    I think at this point you need to realize the cop does not see that his authority has changed in anyway and use that. Help him to keep the prisoner alive with basic first aid but DO NOT reveal any of your preps or any better life saving items. Frankly if he is not able to be kept alive by what is in the ambulance than there is nothing the group has that would help. I would get what information I could from both the cop and the prisoner while trying to help stabilize the patient and then send them both on their way back to police headquarters/hospital. One problem here is that he may want to take Mike and the ambulance to get back there. It might be best to offer a vehicle to the cop (they seem to have to many anyway as it keeps being brought up) and maybe even discreetly disable the ambulance so it does not leave with valuable supplies. Mike could then claim he needs to stay with his family, especially his injured wife.

    1. Tell me how is his authority has changed? The only thing we know for sure is that the grid is down and a possible terrorist attack may have occurred. Vehicle are still moving, which mean law enforcement and the military can move assets around to deal with problems. Did LE officers and the NG's authority change during Katrina or during a Cat 5 Hurricane. If anything their authority grows. I am not even sure if our characters have established if this is a local event only or it is nationwide yet.

      Enjoying so far Alex keep it up!

  17. the cop is daze, wounded, just out of a fire fight and saw his buddies killed. soooo his mental state is prop just a little off right now. but I agree, do not show him your stuff, and that he is not the one in charge. if he belives you have more, hey, it is all at the bug out location, and you was waiting for mike. about the use of the siren, at this stage most people would move out of the way of emergency vehicles. save it, it might be useful... just a thought on getting medicine,and medical stuff. most people think of a hospital, and the pharmacy, but not retirement homes, veterinarians, dentists offices, or even pet stores (fish antibiotics)

  18. Awesome Brother Wolf...but you missed the academy award love scene at the truck hide-out....Still aquiver with excitement waiting on next chapter...

  19. Peanut_GalleryJuly 16, 2013

    My concern is why did he call Jack "Mr. Doomsday Prepper". Does he know Mike? Did Mike tell him or did he surmise this on his own, or guessed it because they were armed? I would definately debrief Mike before giving up any info to this police officer. Help but give up nothing in the way of info or supplies. If anything question him and find out about his plans. Then adjust their plans accordingly. Also hide and possibly disable the ambulance. Don't even let him know your numbers, keep everyone else out of sight and quiet.

  20. AnonymousJuly 17, 2013

    wanted to take a moment and put my two cents in on this discussion. obviously this was not an zombie apocalypse or natural disaster. Even though it's not 100% clear what is going on. we do know that this was a sucker punch from some rouge nation or terrorist group. With the arrival of mike and a member of law enforcement we can get more intel as to what is going on. My personal opinion is that any kind of resistance whether real or imagined by the police officer may make him less willing to share any details of what's actually going on, and cause him to assume we are up to no good and possibly part of the group that caused this whole mess. Since the only credible info we do have at this point is that new York and DC have been nuked and that no one is sure of any insurgency. That leaves locals looting and causing mayhem a huge possibility and any police officer would doubt the intentions of any individuals that seemed to be involved with the disorder. Detaining him in any way would only inflame the situation and may lead to even bigger problems for the group. If I were in that situation I would remember that 10 to 20 million of my fellow citizens just got nuked and would do what ever the officer asked of me to get a little payback. The fact that he is in the loop as far as command and control, he has a radio, adds to the safety of the children in the group. It also allows for the formation of local law enforcement and civilians ready to fight into groups to repel any foreign invaders in a organized manner using the communication systems of the local 1st responders. Using what I have stored up in preps to fight off the individuals responsible for this would help to return things to normal faster therefore making my family safer. Some of you may respond saying that leaving my family to fight these guys off only puts them in more danger I say to you that the wives in this story have already stepped up to the plate and could protect the children in the absence of the men. Brooke has already proven herself in that respect. Mama bear says "mess with my cubs and I'll go all Rambo on your ass". Long story short do whatever is necessary to stomp these savages back to the stone age and return things to normal ASAP

    1. AnonymousJuly 17, 2013

      Whoa there, you are assuming facts not yet in evidence. None of those claims have been reliably confirmed yet. Don't just assume that the little intel you have so far is accurate, nor that the fellow that came in with Mike is a legitimate LEO. The group should be skeptical of everything, but can still plan for the worst case and prepare.

      Until the group can validate and expand on the little info they have now, they take nothing for granted. If they can verify this new guy's story sufficiently, then they can treat him as something other than a total stranger.

    2. AnonymousJuly 18, 2013

      if mike is an emt/1st responder don't you think he would have check the guy's credentials or maybe has worked together before at an accident scene fire, emt and leo's work these scene's together and know each other well especially in smaller towns. I know if I were mike I would not have brought someone I could not trust so close to my family and potentially put them in danger. the fact that ny and dc were nuked had already been established and confirmed in the early chapters of the story. I agree not to jump to any conclusions and just roll over and give up everything but, once the facts have been established it's time to ruck up and fight to get back and or keep our freedoms from whom ever attacked us. Whether the firefights and explosions were from terrorist's or looters we are still a nation of laws and if local or federal governments cannot respond due to unforeseen issues then it falls to citizens to take up the slack and enforce the laws we live by everyday

  21. AnonymousJuly 18, 2013

    Great story...I'm on the edge of my seat. I recently read One Second After and it was great, but so far, this smokes it hands down!

    While the cop may be a little irritable at the moment, and understandably so, I agree with 3rdman. The cop's authority hasn't gone away just because the S HT'd the F...At the same time though, there's been no formal declaration of martial law (to our knowledge), so their constitutional rights haven't gone away, either.

    Either way, I don't think he was bossing people around, as some have suggested. Actually, he sounded more inclusive than anything. He asked "are you gonna help me keep this terrorist scum from dying on US?"

    I'd play nice with him, patch him up as best as I could, give him some food but keep him at arm's length until I saw what he was about. He could be an asset and I might be able to be an asset to him, which is okay, too. Karma and all that jazz...I'd keep him in the dark as much as possible about the preps - he obviously knows he's dealing with preppers - and I'd debrief Mike about the cop and the rest of the story ASAP.