The Chief's Daughter
Chapter 4

Copyright© 2017 by Jax_Teller

Seven years ago I made a commitment to get off the grid and to live happy, no more rat race. I connected with Mike an old friend who was growing community along those lines. He had just purchased an old trailer park that had been sitting empty for years. Apparently the location was to far out for most people and the power to that area had not been restored after a main line had been severed in storms and flooding that came through. The old park was perfect for what he envisioned, secluded, and affordable, with no neighbors to annoy or or be annoyed by. Mike was a combat veteran who just wanted to live in peace with his friends.

We reconnected just as he was purchasing the old trailer park. I purchased the lot I wanted from him and began work on my place in the sun. The septic systems were mostly collapsed so I bought a backhoe and went to work. The first month I spent getting all the septic systems dug up. I knew it would take a few months to get them refitted and would need to be back filled. I finely got to mine, digging it out I thought to build a storm shelter under where I was going to put my mobile home. I built a storm shelter with one foot thick steel reinforced cement walls, a ventilation system, and a lot of redundancy of systems. I even put in an earth generator electrical system back up. I put two ways to get in, one a steel bulk head that I re-enforced outside, another to the inside of the mobile home.

Over the years I had disappeared for days at a time and no one could find me or the bunker. I had the security feed from upstairs, but no one realized I was just below their feet by twenty feet. Mike knew it was there and to my knowledge never told any one. I had solar, wind and generator that runs on gasoline, propane, and wood gas. Some of the other folks who moved in over the years had similar setups minus the bunker. Mike and I had private discussions about surviving Armageddon over the years but he had always maintained that he would be on his roof with a beer when the end of civilization came. We each had our own places and goals, to each their own.

The next morning I woke with my girls Janis and Clair as most days, but I still couldn’t shake the impending feeling of doom. As we got moving and started our day, I got a call from Willy. I thought he would be wanting to set up another date, but he was half yelling half crying, about the attack. This morning I had opted not turn the TV on but as it turns out I should have. I saw the same video from channel to channel as I got to BBC, but as the channel locked in I could see missiles flying. The commentator was reporting the missiles from China and North Korea were launched simultaneously at the USA. The next video was our missiles being launched at them, that was when the TV channels went dead, not one working. I barked at the girls who were standing near me watching, to get their essentials and go to the hallway. They looked puzzled but did as I said.

I grabbed a few things and opened the hatch in the hallway to the bunker. The girls came from the bathroom with all the supplies they could hold. I told them to head down which they did immediately as I grabbed the last of the armory supplies and lowered them into the hatch. The trailer shook and I stepped into the hatch myself as I heard a roar coming. When I reached the main room of the bunker I closed the interior hatches locking them down tight. I turned to see both girls looking at me like we’d stepped into the twilight zone. I started to explain as I fired up the radios and closed the vents. I had practiced the sequence of switches to turn on or off and did so without much looking at them. As I completed the procedure I thought to myself how many times I had questioned whether it was worth it or not, and then looked over at the girls knowing it was.

In all the rush to get into the bunker it occurred to me that I probably should have stocked up some clothes for the females as they stood looking at me in nothing but panties. I told the girls we’d be safe in the bunker, but that I had not prepared to have females. I took them on a quick tour of the bunker and heard the EBS tones on the radio, so we went back to the main room. The broadcast that followed was a quick summery of the damaged areas and cities. A quick list of things you should gather and where to go followed. After the broadcast I turned to my Ham radio and there was a lot of interference but I was able to make connections with one of my contacts in Ireland. He filled me in as to the extent of the damages. This was the beginning of a true world war, with no country un-involved. The electronic age we had lived in had connected every one in such a way that no one country could not be involved in some way, making every one vulnerable.

Janis and Clair were hugging and hanging on my shoulders as I sat in front of the radios. When we finished communicating and setting up times and codes for future coms I signed off and took the girls to the stored clothing bins. They found pajamas and sweats for them to wear as I briefly explained the construction of the bunker and it’s history. They seemed to be overjoyed that I had this available and didn’t question why I had never even mentioned it to them before. We gathered around the television and watched the bits and pieces of news for a short time and then I put in a DVD of The Big Bang Theory tv series. I planned to use entertainment ahead of time to make the transition back to a new normal routine. A few minutes into the series the ground shook violently, much more than the first series we experienced 45 minutes ago. Although we could not see outside, the interior lighting flickered and for a second it was like the light was from within our own eyes, reality changed for a second becoming fluid, and then stabilized.

The bunker held up and all my systems were working properly, and the charge from the earth generator was maxed shunting the excess electricity to my hot water heater. From the strength of the last event I assumed that either we took a direct hit or it was close. The sensations we had felt must have been the EMP from the explosion. I got on the radio making connection with one of my contacts at the north pole Lisa. She told me that either White Sands or Roswell had been taken out. She told me until the radiation cools down some she couldn’t tell which one for sure. I repeated my location and probability of feeling the blast that strong from that far away given what we’d all ready felt. Lisa said that the information she was getting suggested a larger detonation over one of our missile sites that still had active missiles. As the static became stronger, I wished her well and set up times and codes for future contact.

The girls and I were in a dark depression at that point and a check of the TV proved no reception at all. I started talking to the girls about the possibility of being in the bunker for the next five years or more. It was a preliminary discussion about our resources and how we would survive. We mourned for those who we thought were dead or dying. The first night we slept tight together, and the sleep was interrupted several times by sobbing weeping mourning. When we woke it was disorienting in that there was no sun light I was accustomed to waking up to. I checked the time and it was noon hour, we’d slept 20 hours. I showed the girls the kitchenette and asked them to make some breakfast food while I checked the radios.

 
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