Chapter 110

I looked over the compound as the other wandered out to their fires, where they found the note.

Congratulations your time in this compound is over. There will be a bus arriving to give you a lift back to the main compound. Bring all your gear but leave all the structures in place. Leave any food you have preserved. Prepare to leave the compound immediately.

It seemed that immediately meant different things to different people. If we were headed back to Church Camp, I intended to shower before I did anything else. If they had something else in store for me, it would be a long day.

I realized that I had lost track of time. Most of the others, on day one of our adventure, had begun to count the days but somewhere along the line they all had lost track. They also had lost varying amounts of weight. Our clothes hung on us all. I hadn't thought that I could lose more weight, but I lost all that I had put on since returning from paradise.

I found Miles sitting on an over turned five gallon bucket and staring up at the mountain. I approached him carefully.

Me: Miles are you ready to go home.

Miles: No. (he paused a long time) I didn't beat up a kid. I fondled a student. I don't know what came over me, but it was dead wrong. Here life was simple. All my energy went into surviving. I had no time or energy to waste on other things.

Me: Well you were pretty good at this survival thing.

Miles: I know. The twenty five grand to go through this course came from my dad. It was supposed to toughen me up. He is a former combat soldier.

Me: When you go home tell him you are no wimp. If he wants a second opinion have him call me and I'll straighten him out.

Miles: Thanks Rose, for everything.

Me: Here comes the bus.

I handed the rifle and ammunition over to Killer, who was the one checking us onto the bus. The hand tools from the school were dropped into a big wooden box. I was already on the bus when Killer stepped on.

Killer: Rose you forgot to leave your pencil.

Me: I lost it.

Killer: Right.

No one else understood the private joke. The reference was to the ceramic object which would double for a number two lead pencil unless it was examined very carefully. They were considered even more harmless than a BIC pen.

When we got back to the Camp I was glad to see that the bus pulled into the area where we had spent the first night. I found some clean clothes then went to the shower where I allowed the hot water to run first over my front then over my ass for a long time. Finally I washed my hair several times.

I stepped outside the shower stall where I found two of my fellow campers waiting. I could tell it was going to be trouble. I did a threat assessment. I decided the bigger of the two was also the lesser threat. I began looking for a weapon should the need arise.

I saw then that they had moved my clothes from the bench. My guess was they planned to lay me across it. Rape was not a problem I had to face at the Church Camp before. If Andrew were still in charge, a rapist would just disappear into the lake.

Me: What is it you two have in mind?

The smaller of the two: You are a real bad ass I hear.

Me: So you plan to show me what a bad ass really is?

Him: No we gonna all be real friendly. I bet you will love cock even better than you do pussy. You just never got the chance to try it because you are so damn skinny.

Me: You really don't want to do this.

I knew what was going to happen and it went down just about like I figured. He grabbed my hands. He expected me to be under control. I continued to struggle. He released one of my hands so that he could slap me. I took the blow so there would be evidence of a struggle. Also he could no longer hold me with the other hand because I kneed him in the testicles. He had only the one hand he held me with available to catch himself as he sank to his knees. I knew where the ceramic pencil was and while the second one stood in shock, I recovered it.

First I stabbed the larger one standing there open mouthed. I stabbed him in the shoulder deep but it wasn't a heart or neck wound which would have been serious. He caught a break since he hadn't actually tried to attack me. He saw his blood pumping out of his shoulder. He must have decided he wanted no more of the crazy bitch with the pencil covered in his blood.

I turned my attention to the first one who was on one knee and trying to stand. First I kicked him so that he rolled onto his back. Then I stabbed him in the gut. I only stabbed him once. I could have finished him off, but I chose not to do it. Yes it was a hard decision.

Me: I'm going to dress now. If you are still in the room when I finish, you will be finished as well.

They staggered out. I pulled on my clean panties and tee shirt. Then I slipped my ass into the suddenly baggy jeans. Finally I pulled on a sweatshirt. I decided I needed to have it embroidered with the words 'don't fuck with me. I have a pencil and I'm on the rag'. I sat on the bench to await my fate. It was Killer who came into the room.

Killer: What the fuck is wrong with you? Those two are still alive?

Me: I thought you would be happy, since you don't have a murder investigation to worry about.

Killer: They are saying you asked for it. I taught you better. Yours should be the only story told.

Me: Hit me.

Killer: You sure?

Me: Put on your gloves and hit me.

Killer hit me once with his fist. The blow landed over my eye with enough force to break several blood vessels which would bruise nicely.

Me: Is that all you got.

Then he slapped me twice, one of the blows split my lip. Then he walked away without a word to call 911. The 911 operator sent the rural police to investigate.