Chapter 1

An awful storm was brewing up outside as Jerald and his lovely wife Geraldine sat the kitchen table sipping their coffee and knowing by how things were developing weather wise it was time to take action on their dairy farm to protect their herd and get ready for an awful storm.

Thank the lord Geraldine was thinking knowing it was all about to get really bad, that their two daughters at this moment were at the church’s summer camp and hopefully out of harms way of this awful brewing up storm.

They both got up and went into their mud room and put their rain gear on and hustled out the door with their dog border right by their side to assist and help corral their dairy cows into the barn for as best a shelter as they could for them.

That all done just in time as they saw the horrid black wall cloud coming at them that dark green blue hue in it told them this was going to be a really bad hail storm for sure and by how that wall cloud looked a tornado had to be somewhere in it.

Border knew it was going to get really bad and made a beeline to their door, standing there wildly wagging that long tail of his border collie breed, which is why they just named him Border.

Both Jerald and Geraldine themselves began to run to join him and all three ran into the house, and quickly set about preparing for the oncoming terrible storm.

Unplugging this and that quickly in case lighting caused the usual terrible surge they hurried about doing all that, then quickly went and opened the cellar door that had been built into their home.

Below would not be a problem at all for them for during the construction of their new farm house Jerald had made their basement an outright bunker against all forms of disaster related conditions.

Their built in power generation system could stand up to at least an f4 and survive it fully intact with even a direct hit of a tornado on their farm.

Their own well system and even their propane supply tank were all housed in to withstand the same impact.

Everything tied all in together to instantly switch over and be available for both their animal housing barn and their above ground living area and all tied into their bunker style basement below their home.

They could live a bunker lifestyle for months on end if need be.

Just as they all had made it down into the bunker and closed and securely locked the door to their bunker, the lights went out briefly and right back on as they knew they had lost electricity above.

Border just ran over to his pet bed area and lay down but acted strangely as he seemed to draw himself up into a tight ball that told both Jerald and Geraldine that it was going to be bad really bad above ground.

And it was as they heard a bad almost loud crashing sound filtering through their bunker air system that was both ac and heat set up even a fresh air system installed.

They now heard a low almost rumbling sound coming from atop their bunker, as both of them were taking off their rain gear and hanging it on the wall at the very bottom of the steps leading down into the bunker living area.

Suddenly they both began to hear a loud tap, tap, tap on their bunker door Jerald listening to it, told Geraldine someone was giving morse code on their thick metal bunker door!

Jerald hurdle climbed back up the stairs unlocked the bunker door and raised it up, as suddenly just as he was about to put his above the lid area that door crashed down onto his head.

The next thing Geraldine knew Jerald had come crashing down the stairs onto the floor of the bunker with a terrible head wound, and climbing down into the bunker area was now this absolutely huge black man!

That immediately grabbed Jerald up in his huge arms and rushed him right over to their couch and lay him down and told Geraldine to get medical supplies out if they had them or towels to help him stop the bleeding from the wound on Jerald’s head.

Geraldine thinking more of her husbands condition and less about this strange man having now entered their secure living area below ground.

She ran to the first aid station built just in case of this very thing happening and grabbed up gauze wound treatment pads and a supply of first aid antiseptic wound treatment.

Ran right back over and handed it to this huge black man now in their bunker with them.

Sorry to intrude ma’m he said but I was driving down your road and saw that tornado coming and jumped out of my vehicle and ran to your house and came inside and saw that you were closing your cellar door, and grabbed up a skillet and began to bang on your cellar door to let me in.

All hells breaking loose up their ma’m and I doubt that your home will be standing at all after this, that is a massive tornado up there coming right at your farm!

How did my husband get hurt like this Geraldine cried out to this strange man, and worst of all a black man now instantly filled her mind.

The door got away from both of us the black man said, and knocked him in the head and down the stairs he told this lovely white wife standing there.

I think he’ll be fine though he has will have a very nasty knot on his head and for sure a concussion as hard as that door hit him in the head.

Just as they were doing all this they heard the rumbling roar getting even worse above them, now terrible crashing and banging going one, with a ear popping sound of howling occurring.

The black man now asked her if they had a water supply down here and if so to get a rag wet and bring it and put it on his forehead to help him wake and recover.

She ran off to do that as Marcus the huge black man who had now become a visitor in their bunker watched her and licked his thick lips seeing that ass of hers jiggle and wiggle as she hurriedly went to get a wet rag for her husband.

Damn that is some fine looking white meat Marcus thought to himself as he watched her.

He then loudly asked her to get any kind of pain medication they may have in stock that her husband would sure need it soon as well.

Smiling to himself as he had said that, Marcus seeing she was going out of view now reached down into his pocket and pulled out a syringe and quickly gave this man a shot right into his main vein of his arm, pulled it free and stored it back away in his pocket, pulling out a band aid and placing it over the area and pushing down to stop any sort of bleeding.

Now Marcus watched as this white mans wife came hurriedly back as he quickly released his finger pressure on the band aid over where he had just given this man a main line of the drug Marcus had intended to use when he was going to break into their house and do all this anyway.

The full outright showing of their German heritage showed in both the man and his wife of which Marcus already knew about all that, hell he’d been stalking this place out for months now to do just what he had so quickly invited himself into, oh what a perfect storm he thought.

As Geraldine now stood there with the cold wet cloth as Marcus reached up and with his huge black hand easily outsized this much smaller white wives tiny one making sure to let her feel and know of his far superior black man size.