Ok re-vote here!

The thread with 'Prologue' and 'Chapter 1' Link here. I have closed the thread but you can still read it but can not post. You can post here though.

Chapter 2.

I said what I wanted in the last thread but I did vote for it here! It's the second one!

How did humans survive the bomb? Did they have houses that stand a nuclear bomb.

You would have to be prepared, there are several hundred underground military bases here in the US built during the cold war to withstand such an attack. just like the internet was built and used as a military communications hub exactly for that purpose , actually were all on and playin in computers and servers that are in essiance the bastard child of skynet.

You could be sourrounded by natural barriers Mountains that could potentially sheild you from the initial blasts and radiation.

There certainly would be some survivors but would you want to survive when everything and everyone you knew would either be dead or dying.

in those conditions only the strong and prepared will survive lets face it most people today can't handle going 20 minutes without there coffee and doughnut without a dairymart or duncan doughnuts were doomed......!


Guns check Ammo check a giant set of balls check....!
op4rebel

Most people's idea of "Roughing It" consists of getting in they're RV and going to the lake for a weekend. The majority of the population wouldn't know what to do if they did survive!

RAWR ok peoples i just got back from the state chess tournament (my team took second in state ) I will post the next section, by popular demand of 3 votes, tomorrow morning...

hope this thing attracts some of our other forum people to participate.

Congrats. 2nd prize!

ok peoples i have part 2 of chapter one done. Hope you enjoy!
I would do this if just one person was voting too. So much fun :)


Chapter 1 part2

“Who the hell could have done such a thing?” Kyle queried as we got back to the truck. I shrugged as I looked down to the the blood stained dog tags. Eight lives were now ended that didn't have to be. Eight people, each dedicated to defending our country, dead. A brilliant flash obscured my vision even though it emanated from behind me. God I hope that wasn't close. I turned and raised my arm to shield my eyes from some of the glare. It took a moment for the light to die down, and I breathed a sigh of relief: the mushroom cloud was on the edge of the horizon.

I was immediately disgusted with myself. How could I be relieved that another nuke had fallen on some distant city, better if it had hit us and given those people in the city more time to escape. There might have been thousands of people in that area. Eight! How could I have spent so much time over the lives of just eight people?! Not time, no time! “Kyle, get in the truck now! We have to get to that bunker!” Kyle was still staring at the mushroom cloud. “Now Kyle!” That got him moving, and moments later we were speeding past the destroyed caravan. Shotguns were stored back on their rack. Med packs, MREs, the M16, and MP5 thrown into the back of the truck.

“Any idea what's wrong with that thing?” I asked looking at the CB radio in Kyle's lap. He didn't respond, Kyle just sat there and stared at the radio. “Can you fix it?” I asked again. No response from him, he didn't do anything at all. I was beginning to get worried, perhaps he was in shock. “Are you alright Kyle?” No reaction. An overly concerned expression crept onto my face. “Kyle?” Then I spotted it, a suppressed crack of a smile on his lips. I groaned, “God damn it Kyle! Don't do that! Do you have any idea how worried you were making me?!”

Kyle dropped the act, and making light of the situation said, “Learn to take a joke bro. If you had gotten any more serious and worried, I was going to have to shoot you.” The comment was veiled in sarcasm, but it helped to lessen the tension leftover from the caravan. Even if all the good humor and jokes couldn't stop the mounting sense of despair.

We both could use a little hope, so point at the CB radio I asked again, “Well? Can you fix it or not?”

“Yeah I think so. Not with the tools we have here though.”

“Maybe the bunker will have what you need.” I offered.

“Hopefully there will be more than just tools there.”

That was our problem. We knew the bunker itself was still there, and was probably still intact. Its contents on the other hand... It had been years since we had last seen inside it, and it was anyones guess at what was inside it. “Well, We are about to find out.” I said as I turned the truck sharply onto a dirt road. A short while later I pulled off into a grassy field. Turning off the engine I reached back for the twelve gages. Kyle gave me a questioning look for a moment, and then nodded in agreement. No chances. If there were people who could attack a military convoy, then there might be less than sane people inside the bunker.

“Hand me the flashlight will ya?” I asked Kyle. Even though it had been many years since we had been here, it wasn't difficult to find the entrance. “If I remember correctly this place didn't have any internal lighting.” The thick door was covered by some broken brush and dirt. The debris fell away as I opened it. As it glided open, it revealed a steel rung ladder descending into the darkness.

Taking the offered flashlight, I shined it down into the abyss. “Looks like it goes down about forty feet.” I said to Kyle. “I'll go down first, stay up here and yell if you see anyone coming. I'll come back up once I check the bunker out and help bring down our stuff in to the bunker.

Right. Yell if you spot anything on your end. I'll be down in an instant if you do.” I nodded and began to descend down. The ladder section itself was rather small, no more than four feet by four feet. Making my way down with a shotgun and a flashlight was somewhat difficult, but luckily the rungs were close to the wall making it not impossible.

About 8 feet from the floor the walls of the ladder tunnel retreated into the bunker. Before stepping off of the ladder I swung around on the ladder and did a quick check with the flashlight to see if anything was obviously out of place or if there were any signs of people. Clean, a lot cleaner than I remember. Other than that there were no signs of people in the first area. As I rested the barrel of the shotgun against my shoulder I began to head tword the blast door some ten feet away.

It was ajar, and I had to push will all my strength to make it slide on its hinges. I poked the flashlight through the crack, nothing special so far. I opened the door far enough for me to slip through and started into the main section of the bunker. Some newish bunkers were installed and it looked like the walls of the entry were recently reinforced, other wise the place seemed completely devoid of life.

As I turned to go back topside I spotted that whomever had maintained this place had a very dark (and currently ironic) sense of humor. A rather large poster was taped to the left hand concrete wall. It depicted a small orange and white tabby kitten hanging, by its front paws, on a cloths line. Beneath the image were the there block letters:

HANG IN THERE BABY!

I turned back to the entrance and was forced to stop. A loud shout, and shotgun blast echoed down from topside. Almost immediately I could here someone climbing quickly down the ladder to the entrance. Going back to the Blast door I silently slid it back into the position that I found it. I turned off my flashlight and stepped away from the door. I heard whoever it was hit the ground and start walking. I silently made my way a little father back into the main area and knelt behind a bunk. I rested my shotgun on the mattress and leveled it at the door, whoever was coming wouldn't catch me by surprise. Slowly the door began to open, and I tightened my grip upon my shotgun.



RAWR that was another long one!

Chapter 1 part 3 for the next section vote and post