If God Wills It

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Re: If God Wills It

Post by idahobob » Sun Jun 14, 2015 7:25 am

Whoa!

A Chinook, with a medic team and a flight Surgeon?

God is smiling on them. :awesome:

David did the honorable thing, before turning into a Zombie and infecting the others.

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People who are rather more than six feet tall and nearly as broad across the shoulders often have uneventful journeys. People jump out at them from behind rocks then say things like, "Oh. Sorry. I thought you were someone else."

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Re: If God Wills It

Post by URBAN ASSAULT » Sun Jun 14, 2015 9:59 pm

Diggin' this story very much, thank you for your efforts to entertain us all.

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Re: If God Wills It

Post by Stercutus » Sun Jun 14, 2015 10:08 pm

Book 4
The Shattering of the Spear

Trickle Rock
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Before landing the big helicopter at the dairy farm landing strip Bill made a pass directly over Trickle Rock. He was trying to locate a good future landing spot there just in case he needed one. The little mill farm had been too small and hilly to set up an air strip for fixed wing air craft but a helicopter was a whole different ball game. He noticed the two best spots were fully employed. One hosted the fest tent and the other held the two campers and RV's that the "guests" had brought with them. They would have to figure something out.

A number of people saw the Chinook and came out to wave and gawk. Based on their reactions he may as well have been a pagan god descended from the heavens. He hoped they would not be too disappointed when they discovered that it was only him and not the Army come to rescue them.

Upon landing at the farm he taxied close to the barn and shut the engines down. As horrible as the situation was it had felt good to be flying a "hook" again. He had thought he would never see the cockpit of one the rest of his life. He spent much of the flight going over everything he remembered about flying the CH-47 in his head.

He and Jesse would have to give the bird a good going over before they took off again, if they ever took off again. They had gotten lucky that nothing had gone wrong with them jumping into a random helicopter and taking off without much preparation. They shouldn't count on getting that lucky again. Piloting helicopters was one of the least forgiving activities that men engaged in.

He told Jesse to go ahead and direct everyone to disembark over the intercom. Jesse had found a headset and gotten the intercom working about halfway through the flight. Once the intercom was working he had told Bill that David had jumped off the ramp and why. It was a little heart rending to think that the man had probably just wanted to see Barrett one more time before going.

The mood of the occupants of the helicopter varied between shock and despair. Jesse had never met Barrett before that day. He could see the man was clearly in grief. He spent most of the flight with his head cupped in his hands and appeared to be weeping. Ravena didn't look so good either. Nearly everyone had seen David jump from the ramp but he didn't know who knew why David had jumped.

Jesse had never seen a man jump from an aircraft in flight without a parachute and even he was shocked. Amongst all of the events of the last few days he had felt like he had now seen just about everything.

After everyone was off the aircraft Jesse stayed behind with Bill and they began going through the shutdown and post flight checks. Outside the new arrivals studied the mountains and farm as though someone had just transported them to Shangri-La. Ravena was able to gain some order and with Jason's help they began checking all the new arrivals for signs of infection. One of the men that Barrett had brought with him had some suspicious looking scratches on his neck. Jason quickly placed him in handcuffs and had him sit down well away from the rest of the group.

Once outside Bill found Barrett and pulled him aside. He tried to console him as best he could. He knew there was no way of doing this properly. While he was trying several people in the group came over to ask him where they were and what had happened. He told Barrett that they would talk later at the cabin.

Eventually the colonel in the flight surgeon uniform, whose name was Corum, approached Bill and demanded to know who he was and why he had brought them to wherever they were. Bill decided to keep it simple. He introduced himself and told her that he worked in the Pentagon as a contractor and had figured the helicopter for their only escape route. He lived not far from here and tonight she and her team could be his guests. Tomorrow he would do his best to get them to wherever they needed to go to.

While he was answering questions as best he could the two armored trucks from the mill farm rolled up to the landing strip. Foxworthy dismounted and came over to greet Bill.

"Damn, sir. I am impressed. Where the hell did you steal this thing from?"

"It was either this or fight it out with a huge army of infected. This seemed the more logical choice at the time."

"I see Barrett over there, did you get them both?"

"Yes... but... David, he didn't make it."

"I am sorry to hear that." He gave a pause, shot Barrett a look and then continued; "You stole a doctor and some nurses too? Seems like you had a pretty full day. I held chow for you but not for this many. When we get back I'll see if Ana can get some more going."

They determined that they had rescued 14 people from the Pentagon parking lot, not including David or the man that was scratched. Six were from the med flight team, four were people who had found shelter with the med flight crew when they hid in the Chinook after the security forces were overrun. The rest had come with Barrett from the Information Management office. Between the two vans and the Tahoe they were able to get everyone moved in one trip.

The man with the scratches on his neck was left behind under guard, chained to a wall in storage shed. He seemed pretty dismal about his fate. Eventually he confessed to having been scratched on the neck while taking leak in the restroom.
These days of dust
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But I'll kneel down wait for now
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Re: If God Wills It

Post by Stercutus » Mon Jun 15, 2015 10:14 am

Trickle Rock
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The three overloaded pickups that approached the bridge to Trickle Rock were traveling at a low rate of speed. The vehicles all bore Maryland license plates; the occupants having recently relocated from the suburbs of Baltimore to the inner reaches of the Mountaineer State. The driver of the lead vehicle, a dock worker by the name of Sam had spotted the small billboard for the B&B on HWY 220 and made the improvident and fateful decision to try to seek shelter there. So many tragedies are sown from the seeds of rash decisions.

Upon approach to the bridge Sam halted upon realizing that the gate was closed and the far side of bridge had a large armored truck blocking it. The armored truck had an Arab man sitting in some kind of turret in the roof with a rifle. Another small Arab man appeared at his window with a rifle out of the darkness and asked him who he was.

Sam was surprised and taken aback at encountering at what he believed was a Muslim in the mountains of West Virginia. His hand tightened on the .380 pistol that he held at the ready next to the seat.

Mike spoke again; "Sir, what is your name?"

"My name is Sam. We wanted to get some rooms here at the Inn."

Mike scanned the list. There was no Sam on it. "Sir, are you a guest of the Colonel? I don't see your name anywhere on the list."

"Colonel?" Sam thought. He wondered what these people were doing up here. It had been all over the news that some terrorists from Iraq had been behind the plague attack. They kept saying to be on the lookout for follow up attacks. Sam's heart started racing.

"Hey, uh I don't reservations... I don't know any colonel... we just want a few rooms... do you work for the Inn?"

Mike had begun to pick up on the man's nervousness and low level of panic. Often times affected people would go into a panic before the disease began full onset. If this man were getting ready to turn he could be really dangerous.

"Your name is not on the list. We can't let you in. You need to wait here for the Colonel."

Sam was having serious second thoughts about getting into the Inn. He was thinking about finding the local sheriff and telling him that there were a bunch of terrorists holed up in a Bed and Breakfast. "What if I don't want to wait for the colonel? Are you going to make me stay here and wait?" Sam replied.

"You can't get in. You have to wait." Mike then backed up a few paces and yelled to Zaidu in Arabic that the people were not on the list and might be infected.

Zaidu swung his rifle around and pointed it at the radiator in the lead truck. As he did so Sam brought his pistol up to the window and fired three rounds into Mike's chest. Mike continued backing up and fell over backwards down the creek embankment.

Zaidu opened up with his M1 carbine. The first round struck the radiator, the next three hit the hood, engine block and then the windshield.

Sam dropped the gun to the floor and threw the truck into gear. He barely managed to cut the corner to escape the driveway. Zaidu emptied his carbine magazine and then ducked down inside the truck to reload. When he reemerged the vehicles were headed towards the Town of Creek and Bridge at a high rate of speed. He could hear John Hughes from his hidden position on the hillside sending parting shots at the fleeing vehicles.

From the truck he could see Maskim laying in the ditch, motionless.
These days of dust
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Will blow away with this new Son

But I'll kneel down wait for now
And I'll kneel down
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Re: If God Wills It

Post by Sheriff McClelland » Mon Jun 15, 2015 10:59 am

Mike was a good man just following orders . RIP
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Re: If God Wills It

Post by Stercutus » Mon Jun 15, 2015 7:36 pm

Trickle Rock
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Bill hadn't managed to get back to sleep after the attack at the gate had startled him from a sound slumber. There had been a mass of confusion after the shooting had started and the poor reactions to the attack worried him. A lot of well intentioned people were running around with guns doing whatever they thought was the right thing to do and practically no one did what they were supposed to do. It was a miracle things had not been worse than they were.

Bill and Foxworthy had worked out a basic defensive plan the previous night. If there was an attack at the bridge Bill was supposed to go to the CP. Foxworthy was supposed to gather the rest of the guard force and prepare to support a counter attack as needed. Everyone not on guard was supposed to hole up until it was over unless they had been assigned a job do to.

Jason and Ravena did what they were supposed and went to the living room deck of the cabin with their rifles. The trucks were distant tail lights by then and they had no idea what was going on or had happened. Bill went down to the CP.

Trisha had worked out that among the guests at Trickle Rock there were three RN's, one paramedic, one respiratory therapist and one physical therapist. Bill was pretty surprised by the high number of nurses until Trisha explained that RN was one of the most common job in the US, there were literally millions of practicing nurses around the country. There were more nurses working in the US than all of the police and active duty military combined. Her numbers did not even include the Army medical team that had arrived that night.

Foxworthy had formed a medical team from most of the guests that were medical practitioners. The medical team was told if there was an attack they should all go to the old mill and treat people there. According to the plan casualties were supposed to be taken to the old mill by the guards. The medical team had spent most of the day setting up a place to receive casualties, if there ever were any.

One of the RN's and the respiratory therapist had both served with Bill as team medics in Iraq. They had then gone on to use the GI Bill after the service to gain more education and get better paying jobs in the medical field. They had also gotten married to each other in the interim and were thinking of having some kids. They and the paramedic were the only members of the Trickle Rock medical team go to the mill. Most of the rest of the members holed up where they were, some at the urging of their spouses and significant others.

When the medical team arrived at the mill they were surprised to find the area they had set up for casualties was occupied by a rather confused Army medical team and a number of other people who had been told to camp out there by Ana. There was no other place for them to be housed at the time.

Of the remaining guards not on shift only four of ten mustered. These were actually the guards that were supposed to go on shift next as well as Sanchez. The rest of the guards did not realize that Sanchez had wanted ALL the guards to muster in case of an attack. This led to a lot of colorful language and more thorough orders later from Foxworthy when he figured out what had gone wrong.

As the guards were mustering and preparing to move towards the gate Zaidu drove past the small group. He was in the armored truck from the gate and doing about 60 miles an hour. He heading for the mill.

As the van passed Foxworthy cut loose with a short string of profanity and turned a shade closer to purple. He then ordered the group to take the other van and secure the now unsecure gate. The firing had stopped for over five minutes by this time and the gate was clear so he figured that whatever had happened it was now over.

Foxworthy jogged up to the mill to see if anyone was hurt. When he arrived he went to the casualty area where the medical team had Mike stretched out on a padded table that had been raised to counter height level. Mike was bleeding freely from the back of the head and the medics were cutting off his clothes. He was moving around on the table asking what was going on. Dr. Corum had jumped in to see if she could help.

Foxworthy grabbed Zaidu and asked him what had happened. Zaidu said that an infected man had shown up at the gate, tried to get in and then shot Mike. Zaidu had returned fire and the man had sped away. After the man had left Zaidu grabbed his brother and taken him to the mill for medical treatment.

The whole early morning incident had been one big goat rope.

Dr. Corum stepped away from the table and asked to talk to whoever the brother was.

Zaidu moved over to speak with her.

"Your brother, we see he was wearing an armored vest. Is he a cop or something?"

"No, he was an armored car driver before all this.. started."

"He is damn lucky. Your brother has an injury to the back of the head where he fell. It looks like when he landed he struck his head on a rock which caused loss of consciousness. He has a number of bruises on his chest and abdomen where the bullets struck his vest. These are all pretty minor. He was extremely lucky, none of the rounds penetrated his vest. He will need to be under observation for a while to make sure he does not have a traumatic brain injury from the fall but he should be ok.

We are going to clean the wound now and stitch him up."

Zaidu grabbed the doctor and hugged her and thanked her for saving his brother's life even though she had done no such thing.

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Just after daybreak three Moulton County Sheriff's department cars appeared down the road from the gate to Trickle Rock and blocked traffic on the road. Several deputies dismounted carrying rifles and wearing tactical gear. The phone at the B&B rang and the County Sheriff demanded to speak with Bill.

Bill was having a nice pancake breakfast with Ravena, Barrett, Jason, Trisha, Dawn, Foxworthy and Dr. Corum. Dr. Corum had related much of the events that had occurred before Bill's team had appeared.

Her medical team was stationed at Ft. Belvoir and she heard the place was being overrun. They had moved the team to the Pentagon and they were supposed to assist with the evacuation there but everything had gone to shambles when the false rumors of a vaccine there got out. Hundreds of thousands of people descended on the place looking for the non-existent vaccine. They quickly overwhelmed the security force there.

Some of those that showed up had already been infected and as they became enraged with the full virus the numbers of infected grew exponentially. The forces providing security for the helicopters had kept the crowds at bay until it started to rain. Tens of thousands of people had then rushed the birds in an attempt to climb aboard to get out of the rain. Corum and her team had climbed into the closest one and closed the ramp while the Army shot the crowd to pieces. Once they ran out of ammo the fight was over.

Corum told the group that the plan was to evacuate the government to rural National Guard and Reserve bases in the region. She had no idea which base their team was supposed to go to or what the status of the different bases was currently.

Bill suggested that they remain here for the time being and he would try to make contact with whoever was in authority in the government. He explained it would be difficult. Since he had returned to Trickle Rock last night he could no longer connect to the classified network. The internet was also running very slow and a number of sites and locations had disappeared altogether. It seemed likely that a server farm had been shut down somewhere. Cell phones seldom connected at all anymore unless it was a local call. Land lines seemed to not connect to anything not local either.

He asked Dawn if she could figure out how to make the Mill more livable for the overflowing group. It was a large building but was not designed to be lived in. Bill had been having it restored as a tourist attraction but tourism would likely be on hold for a while. It was better than being out in the rain but that was about it. He told her there was a lumber yard about 20 miles away on the other side of the county. He did not know if they were open or not but it could not hurt to check.

Foxworthy had been unable to figure out a good way to communicate between the different guard points and the other locations on the mill farm. Some people had brought the little FRS radios but keeping them in batteries was beyond them. Some of the radios were rechargeable but everyone in the world could easily listen in. This made them non-secure to the point of being dangerous.

Bill explained that the telephone switchboard he had installed for the B&B was an ancient affair. No one used the B&B phones to make outside calls in the cellular age so he had picked it up for cheap at an online auction. All they had to do was find enough wire and they could run it anywhere on the farm they needed to. It did not even require a signal from the phone company to work. This would clearly not help them if people were moving around but it would be highly secure. He also pointed out that it might be a good idea to monitor the FRS radio even if they did not use them. Anyone else using them that could potentially be a threat. This could give them some early warning.

Jason then spoke up and said if someone could get the frequencies for the local agencies they could reprogram his police radio and use it in the CP as well. If they could get the local sheriff to agree he might even let them transmit in the band.

Foxworthy then assigned himself blame for the failure of the security force earlier that morning. He said they had gotten damn lucky that no organized party had attacked them. The whole thing might have come apart if they had been. Bill told him that there simply had not been enough time to get ready. He also thought everyone should have a job in case of an attack, not just the guards. They also needed to practice whatever that job was. That meant having some kind of planned reaction to an attack.

Around this time Ana interrupted Bill informing him of the phone call from the sheriff. Bill left and spoke with the sheriff for a few minutes on the phone and agreed to meet him outside at the bridge. Bill knew Sheriff Crowley vaguely. He had given a few hundred dollars to the man's campaign when it became apparent that he was going to win in the last election. He figured he wasn't any worse than the other guy and having the sheriff friendly to him was never a bad thing. Giving a few hundred dollars to the sheriff's campaign immediately put you on a first name basis with the man if you were not already.

Foxworthy, Jason and Ravena went with him to meet the sheriff at the gate. Shortly after they arrived the sheriff pulled up in his large crew cab pickup. Normally a calm man he was highly animated.

He told Bill that a group of men from Baltimore had come into the sheriff's office saying that a gang of Muslim terrorists had shot up their trucks and that they had barely escaped with their lives. One truck was practically destroyed from the exchange and the others had holes in them as well.

Bill explained the Trickle Rock version of events as he understood them. He asked the sheriff to come examine Mike and get statements from Mike, Zaidu and John. He then explained that the man was completely off his rocker because Mike and Zaidu weren't even Muslim, they were Eastern Orthodox Catholics, not that it mattered. The men at the gate were defending themselves after Mike had been fired upon.

As Bill talked the Sheriff seemed to be putting the pieces together. He would interrupt occasionally to get a detail but seemed satisfied with Bill's version of events. The problem was that he had sworn statements from the men from Baltimore and many of the bullet holes were to the rear of the trucks.

Foxworthy interrupted the chat and much to everyone's surprise told them that he had a nice video of the whole encounter. He explained that while setting up the position at the gate the Fox had borrowed one of John's video game cameras and set it up overlooking the gate. He had planned to use it to keep track of who went in and out and to help train the guards. In this case it could be convincing evidence.

After watching the video the sheriff was convinced. He would have a few men take statements and a copy of the video. Jason then talked to him about the radio frequencies. When he found out that Jason was an officer with a dozen years of experience he readily agreed. He knew that Ravena was a Federal agent and he tried to pump her for information at the Federal level but she was of no help to him.

Bill aksed what would happen to the men from Baltimore and Crowley told him that the county had set up a refugee camp at the large Baptist Church in the county seat. If they encountered any more refugees he could send them over there.

The sun had fully risen. Bill hoped it was going to be a nice day. They really could use one.
These days of dust
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Will blow away with this new Son

But I'll kneel down wait for now
And I'll kneel down
Know my ground

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Re: If God Wills It

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Outwardly Colton was the calm, cool, collected, smiling, professional killer cliché that was legendary of his chosen profession. Inwardly he was raging.

Immediately after landing they had been shuffled off to yet another quarantine. This was complete bullshit to him. The flight was over 20 hours. If anyone had been infected it would have shown up during the flight. When he asked questions of the medical team all they would say was that they needed to be sure. Sure of "what" they would not say.

To make matters worse he was certain that no one had delivered the vaccine to Philly as was supposed to happen. He knew because he could see the pelican cases containing it just outside the window to the isolation room. Some members of the medical team had taken some of the vaccine and examined it. Later a bunch of civilians had shown up and began working on it as well. Whatever they were doing they were being tight lipped about it.

About an hour earlier he told Sergeant Austin to yell at one of the medics taking yet more samples of his blood to gauge his reaction. Several guards showed up immediately and began pointing weapons at them. They guards looked terrified. Almost as though he were already infected.

An uncomfortable idea had begun to form in the back of his mind. The medical team was behaving as though they were already infected. The plague had been brought to the West by some type of time delayed process disguised as a vaccine. If the doctor as Al Udeid had somehow screwed up and given them the wrong stuff... they may have infected the whole team with the virus.

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Trickle Rock
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It had been a busy day for Dawn at Trickle Rock and not much had been accomplished. Dawn had been able to get the second truck rigged to her liking. She had then made a floor plan for some quarters for the mill and a few men in a truck had gone to the lumber yard but it was closed. She had then drawn out a wire plan for the telephone lines and had some people go measure it but they had not been able to locate any wire or a source of wire. The day was full of similar unfinished tasks and the baby didn't like it one bit. In fact he was kicking harder than ever.

When she returned with the second van late that morning Foxworthy had told her that it was too bad that she was already taken and didn't know her way around a condom. He was still looking for a fifth wife. She told the crazy old goat that she heard the Brinda was still looking for dance partners and they had a good laugh.

While she was picking up some lunch Dr. Corum found her and asked how far along she was. When she told her she was coming up on 30 weeks the doctor had suggested that she give her a checkup tomorrow to ensure everything was ok. Since the baby was almost full term she would now might need more prenatal care. Also maybe lay off the welding until after the birth?

Dawn told her that the biggest problem that she had right now was having to stay close to a bathroom all the time. She was also terrified about what was starting to look like a home delivery without many medical resources nearby. Her last delivery had gone smoothly but they were in hospital, not an old mill in the mountains.

That night they held a vigil for David at the chapel. Bill got up and spoke a few touching words. Bill told the group that he did not understand how two men could come to love each other in that way but he understood that David had loved Barrett. He knew that David had loved Barrett because he had fought for Barrett and then ultimately gave his life for him. He then quoted John 15:13 "Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends."

The father and son had then embraced and they seemed to have reached a common ground of understanding. The baby seemed to like it too. He had finally gone to sleep.
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These days of dust
Which we've known
Will blow away with this new Son

But I'll kneel down wait for now
And I'll kneel down
Know my ground

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Re: If God Wills It

Post by 91Eunozs » Mon Jun 15, 2015 10:19 pm

Thanks for another great chapter!
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Re: If God Wills It

Post by Sheriff McClelland » Mon Jun 15, 2015 10:28 pm

And we didn't lose Mike ... yet ;)

Great stuff , thanks !
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Re: If God Wills It

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Harrisburg Air National Guard Base, PA
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Colton had finally arrived at Trickle Rock. The place was even better than he remembered it. Trisha and the kids were there and his father was demanding to take the kids fishing today so that the parents could have a little "reunion" time. But first a tickle fight with the kids. The three of them rolled around on the floor until they had tears in their eyes and they begged him to stop. Trisha was planning out dinner. She specifically mentioned that there would be a Triple Chocolate German Fudge cake for desert. A few pounds would not hurt after this last crazy deployment.

It was just nuts, crazy zombies everywhere he told them, legions of them marching on Baghdad and his team stuck in the middle. He had captured the snake that had tried to poison the whole world and brought him to justice. Life was good.

From the living room glass door there came a persistent tapping. He strove to ignore it as best he could but it would not go away. He kept stealing glances at the curtained door and finally ran over and tore the curtains aside. There were infected outside. They were as vast as the sea. They filled the whole mill farm and the entire valley beyond... he had failed and he had brought his failure home.

Colton rolled off his cot reaching for a weapon to kill the infected with. He came slowly to the realization that he was not at Trickle Rock. The tapping was coming from the examination window. Relief, loss a variety of emotions coursed through his heart. He moved to the window to see what the butchers wanted.

He was surprised as hell to see Colonel Schweiter, his group commander standing outside the window. With him was a man who was presumably a doctor.

"Colton I need you to listen real carefully. I've got some bad news, some really bad news and a little bit of hope in there somewhere."

Colton nodded in response. "I am listening sir"

"First this is Dr. Hildegard. He is the Professor and Director of The Wistar Institute Vaccine Center. It is doubtful there are even a handful of men on the planet that know more about vaccines than him"

Hildegard began; "Colton we have done a lot of checking and rechecking. You and your men were injected with a live 'partial' version of the virus. It is a vaccine and it will eventually prevent you from becoming infected. It is also a single dose vaccine.

"The bad news is you and your men are about to have a very bad reaction to the vaccine that will make you exhibit symptoms as though you had the virus. You all are about to get very, very sick. You will get better in a few days but it will be hell.

"Right now we are working on the other version of the virus. We may be able to get it replicated in a few days. Then we can start reproducing it in quantity."

Schweiter interrupted. "We think what happened in the Haider's compound was the vaccine that touched off the fire fight. It appears Hadier took the other version of the vaccine and gave the live version to some of his men. They went berserk and the other guards killed them before they got better."

Colton replied; "Ok, that is bad news. What is the really bad news?"

The colonel looked upset. He motioned the doctor to move aside.

"Son, I wish there was some other way of doing this but there isn't.... The plane to Lyon, it never arrived. It went down over the Med. I'm sorry. There were no survivors."

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Moulton Valley Dairy Farm

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Fenton had dressed and was getting ready to start his morning when he stopped to stare at the sleeping beauty in his bed. He had never had a woman before. Sure, he had gone with the hookers in Charleston when the guys had gone down there that summer. He had come back $75 dollars poorer but he had gotten laid for the first time. Before his daddy had left for prison he had given Fenton some solid advice on what a woman was good for. It was only a few things. He was right.

Most of the women that were interested in Fenton were kind of on the large side. Maybe the triple extra large side. He had done it with the big waitress from the Waffle House a few times. She seemed to lose interest in him fast and told him that he was only interested in one thing out of her. In truth it was two things and while she didn't know how to cook she could do the other thing.

Brinda wasn't big. She was hot damn sexy is what she was. She couldn't cook much either but she was a damn firecracker in bed, absolute firecracker. She could fry a burger and made some decent spaghetti. A man could get by on that.

On the second night at the dairy farm she had crawled into bed with him telling him how cold she was. She didn't have any clothes on which was probably why she was so cold. They had helped each other get good and warm. It had been almost a week going and Fenton was head over heels in love for the first time in his life.

The other thing that was good about Brinda was that while she did not talk much, when she did talk she made a world of sense. Last night she had told him that she thought that since Fenton's Aunt had owned the Dairy it really should have passed to Fenton. Them selling it out underneath him to Bill was a dirty trick. She saw hard Fenton worked and he really should be getting paid a lot more. Bill hardly ever even came to the dairy and never even lifted a finger to help when he did come.

Now Bill was having him drive all over the county trading milk and eggs for steel, fuel, lumber, wire, grain and god only knows what else. Fenton was working extra hours and now he wasn't even seeing a dime. Bill told him they were working out a credit system until the money started flowing again. Bill was also living it up in his palace on the hill while Fenton slogged it out milking the cows and collecting up the eggs. It wasn't fair.

Yesterday Brinda had told him that he should let Bill know that is just wasn't fair.

"Watch" Brinda said; "He will send somebody out for you to train as a replacement for you. When you get him trained up he will then try and get rid of you."

Sure enough Bill had offered to send someone to help him run the dairy. When he had refused Bill had insisted. In fact he said he would send two people. Bill definitely wanted him gone now. Fenton decided to bide his time and be patient. Eventually he would get his chance.
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Enjoying the story, thank you.

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Re: If God Wills It

Post by rednekrampager » Tue Jun 16, 2015 7:47 am

Brinda needs to have something really bad happen to her. Excellent story & thanx for your work on it.
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Re: If God Wills It

Post by Sheriff McClelland » Tue Jun 16, 2015 8:12 am

She's easy to hate . Manipulating floozy . Great addition to the mix . :) Can't make things too easy for Bill . I see her getting a few of our happy group killed before ... getting her's . :clap:
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Re: If God Wills It

Post by Zimmy » Tue Jun 16, 2015 12:19 pm

Hell, her old man will probably arrive with Colton's group. He'll straighten her ass out.

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Re: If God Wills It

Post by ZMace » Tue Jun 16, 2015 12:53 pm

Unfortunately, Colton arriving was a dream sequence...

Great story, hopefully you can keep up the momentum!

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The doctor had told Colton to get ready for Hell. He had just about nailed it. If what he went through strapped down to the gurney in the last four days was anything like what the infected were going through then they were doing them a big favor by shooting them. At some point he wanted to die so badly he thought he recalled trying to provoke the medical staff into killing him. Then yesterday at some point it had started to turn and they had started to get better.

Dr. Hilldegard had returned and examined the team and seemed quite pleased. He told them they were lucky, they would never need another booster shot for the rest of their lives. Colton really wanted to stab the man in the chest but was incapable of doing so.

The doc told him that the version of vaccine they had been given was very much like what a Swiss scientist had been working on years ago but the side effects were too terrifying to even conduct trials. He believed that the mutated strain of the rabies that they were dealing with likely went back to Swiss man's research as well. Once Switzerland opened it's borders again they would try to find out.

Today the doctors had lifted quarantine and for the first time they had been allowed out of the quarantine room. Colton walked out of the room into the hangar and then into the sunlight as though he had been reborn. It was a beautiful spring day.

Once outside he could see the airfield was covered with tents, hundreds of tents, possibly thousands. There were masses of people everywhere. A mixture of civilians and military personnel. Beyond the fences he saw what appeared to be piles of burning bodies. The plague was definitely ashore in America, he wondered if the whole world was like this.

Colonel Schweiter walked up behind him and placed a hand on his shoulder and spoke; "Things are bad, really bad. We still have continuity of government but possibly as many as 100 million people have died in the United States alone. Worldwide the numbers are going to be in the billions. Most died from the plague. Many others died from acts of violence; some from neglect, lack of care and a host of other causes. If we don't get things running again soon we could be facing starvation by winter on a planetary scale.

"We think the only country not fully infected was North Korea. For them it is going to be a wash. Without the West to feed them, millions of them will starve well before winter. They will be forced to eat their children to stay alive. The whole world is fucked up right now. We are going to have to do our part to put it back together."

Colton thought of his wife, his children and the rest of his family. Surely they would be safe up in the mountains. His father was the most resourceful people he had ever known. Colton would have to figure out a way to contact them today to be sure. And Dawn, damn. He had lost his best friend but she had lost so much more. He did not know if could survive losing Trisha and his children.

He wondered if he would ever see any of them again.

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Twelve years. Twelve years it had been since he had made the walk. Why that whore had turned on him he never did find out. She must have gotten popped for something on her own and then got scared. Well, at least she got what she deserved in the end. He heard Hep C was a real bitch.

If he had just kept everyone on the tit in Moulton on the down low and not got greedy everything would have been good. He should have known that much smack didn't come that cheap. But the old lady had insisted that her "cousin" could get them a great deal. It was a great fuckin' deal alright. A great deal of time sitting in Beckley.

Now that time was coming to an early and abrupt end. They were popping the gate on all the non-violent offenders with two years or less on their sentences, adjusted time for good behavior. He was a non-violent offender too. He had never been convicted of doing anything violent ever. His dime and a nickel were turning into a bit less than that.

Some gate money, a ride to the county line and he was told he would be on his own. Except he would not quite be on his own. The big man had made some friends inside. Pure bloods pretty much ran Beckley and he had been amongst the purest. Some of the friends he had made would be coming with him.

Luke Wolfe had some idea of what was transpiring outside the prison walls. The TV reports were amazing. It was turning into a whole new world out there. Many of the things that he had hated through his life because of the unfair way they had treated him were disappearing. Soon there might not even be any police and then; "sky was the fucking limit". Life would be so much better for him soon.

First they had a little stop to make. Then they would head to the dairy farm his idiot son ran. Then they would get some hardware. Then... well... they did not call him "The Wolf" for just his last name.
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Re: If God Wills It

Post by DAVE KI » Tue Jun 16, 2015 7:05 pm

I think that Mr Wolf is just misunderstood. To bad he is going to meet with a very bad ending. :twisted:
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DAVE KI wrote:I think that Mr Wolf is just misunderstood...
Familiar story . He was a good boy just turning his life around ...
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Bill had asked Foxworthy into his study while he prepared his Army Blues Uniform. When Foxworthy saw the uniform he asked; "Are we going to the military ball sir?"

Bill shook his head; "No. But after Barrett fixed my connection to the classified net I heard from Colton. He is at Harrisburg Air National Guard Base in Pennsylvania."

"Finally a piece of good news. I starting to think there was no such thing anymore. P.A. is really close. What are they doin up there?"

"Some doctors up there have developed a vaccine. They are making millions of doses of it at factory in Lancaster. It isn't too far from there. The plan is to distribute it to everywhere within range of the factory at all the bases that are serving as shelters. After the guards and the people on the base get inoculated they will open the bases to the public to get their vaccines."

"I bet an officer came up with that plan. That is good news though. It sounds like someone is finally starting to get a handle on things. Is it time for everybody to go home yet?"

"The vaccine takes about a week to administer and it is in three parts. Colton said there was a faster one but it wasn't recommended. "

Foxworthy waved a hand at the uniform "So um, are you re-upping?"

"They about shit themselves when they found out I had stolen a helicopter and had it up here. They then popped wood when I told them I had a medical team too. I was then told by some general who jumped in the VOIP line that due to pilot and aircraft shortage I would be responsible for the delivery efforts in parts of West Virginia and Ohio. He said it would be a great way to avoid going to jail. I told them they could come arrest me any time. But of course I said I would do it."

The Sergeant Major considered what that meant; "Do we get to keep the helicopter? At least the 240s?"

Bill gave a thin smile. "I only have the one gunner I guess the other two guns can stay here. None of that stuff belongs to us. I guess technically I have been called back to active duty. I never got to park my bird in my driveway; but times being what they are and all."

"Ok, this is all great but... I mean what.. Are you trading in your Nomex for those? They are spiffy but probably won't make the best flight suit."

Bill gathered himself for a minute. He had been screwing up the courage to do what needed to be done since he found out. "Chief Angus.. half of the team. They won't be coming home, at all. Their plane went down over the Med off of Turkey. They didn't find any survivors, only a few bodies, including Chief's. they were able to confirm it was him but did not recover the body due to fear of infection. He is still floating out there somewhere." Bill was finally able to get it all out.

"Aw no." Foxworthy was momentarily speechless.

Foxworthy then continued; "Damn, she is nearly eight months pregnant too. Bill, she is as hard as woodpecker lips but damn... I don't know. And you know that woman has been absolutely indispensible in helping us get our shit together here. Wow, just wow, this is awful news.

"God, something good had better come out of all this. As hard, impossible, tragic and just damn disgusting as the plague has been on everyone God had better be coming up with something nice for everyone after the colossal dump he just took on all of mankind. "

Bill asked Foxworthy if he still had his Army Service Uniform. He told Bill he would get them ready and be back in an hour.
Foxworthy was right. If Trickle Rock were ever a team Dawn was their most valuable player. She may have had limited mobility due to her feet combined with being over seven months along but she always put everything into whatever she was doing. She seemed to know how to do just about anything when it came to turning a wrench or making and building something. In a very short period of time he had grown quite fond of the spirited woman who never let anything get her down. Today was going to be a sad, sad day.

Bill called Trisha and asked her if she could grab Dawn and meet in the living room of the cabin with the kids in an hour, there was an issue he had to discuss with Dawn. He thought a moment and then said that he had heard from Colton and that he was fine; but he asked her not to breathe a word of that to anyone else for now. He really hoped that she would keep it to herself.

He next called Dr. Corum and explained everything he had just told Foxworthy. He told her they would start flying in 2-3 days. She said she would come up and be there when they notified Dawn.

By the time Bill had showered, shaved and dressed Foxworthy was waiting for him back in his office with Dr. Corum. Despite the dress uniform Foxworthy looked as bleak and mournful as Bill felt. Bill had only done death notification a few times. It was an absolutely awful experience. He had never done one with someone he knew so well personally and cared this much about.

They gathered themselves and moved into the living room where the two women were seated. When they walked in wearing their dress uniforms both women gave surprised smiles seeing the men dressed so. The somber looks on their faces gave clue that something was badly amiss.

Bill spoke; "Dawn Angus, I have been asked to inform you that your husband has been reported dead in the Mediterranean Sea 35 miles off of the coast of Turkey one week ago today 0300 local time. He had taken half of the ODA team on board and was transporting desperately needed copies of the plague vaccine to Europe. There was an unknown incident on the plane and the plane suffered loss of flight control causing it to crash. On the behalf of the Secretary of Defense, I extend to you and your family my deepest sympathy in your great loss."

Dawn gave an absolutely heart rending cry of "NO" and then burst into tears.
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Post by 91Eunozs » Wed Jun 17, 2015 3:23 pm

Damn dude... Only had to do one in my 28-year career and that was quite enough for me.

Great storyline input; well said and well done.
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Luke had made a solid group of Aryan friends at FCI Beckley. They had kept each other alive and well protected by embracing a stance towards violence and brutality that in prison was well respected and feared. They were also damn careful not to get caught. Not all of the group was getting the early release but the little group of five were sticking together.

It had not taken Luke and his small group long to find out how much the world had changed in such a short period of time. The prison bus had dropped them at truck stop on the interstate at the county line that also served as the area bus stop. Problem was, there were no busses running and not many trucks either. The parking lot was full of refugees from down below that had headed to the mountains to escape the apocalyptic plague. There were hundreds of passenger cars and small trucks in the truck stop and lining the highway around it.

There were no rooms available at the truck stop hotel either, unless you went to one of the rooms that rented by the hour. Hookers were fully employed and doing a hustling business despite the plague, or perhaps because of it. Given the time that the men had spent inside Beckley they decided to get a group rate on one of the rooms by the hour for a couple of hours and relieve themselves of some pent up stress. This quickly exhausted their gate money from the prison then met in the truck stop's 24 hour diner at 1AM to plan their next move.

After some debate they decided the easiest thing to do would be to find a car with a lone sleeping occupant who was a little more isolated away from the mass of cars at the truck stop. They would then take his or her vehicle and anything else of value he might have. Then would then drive to Moulton. Given how poorly everything was running these days it followed that the car might not be reported stolen for a few days, maybe ever.

The man who they ultimately selected to rob was a 69 year old man by the name of Dayton Hills. Hills was a retired warehouse manager that had worked at the Target distribution center near Reading, PA several years earlier. He was a widower with no children and a Vietnam Veteran. A week after the plague hit he decided to drive his 10 year old Chevy Suburban from Reading to his sister's house outside of Frankfort, KY.

Hills loaded up his most valuable personal possessions which were mostly photo albums of his wife, parents and sister as well as the urn holding his wife remains. He also took Wrinkles, the 4 year old English Pug he had adopted shortly after his wife had passed. Wrinkles was a great traveling companion. The dog spent most of the time underneath a blanket in the passenger seat snoring. Every once in a while Dayton would rub the dog on the back of the neck and then talk to him; "We are gonna be at sissy's soon Wrinkles, then we will get you a nice can of corn beef hash."

In the first day of travel Dayton and Wrinkles and he had only made it a few hundred miles. Dayton was exhausted from the effort and was taking a rest on the Interstate near the truck stop. He was fast asleep in the driver's seat when Joshua Heflin threw a brick through the driver's side window of the vehicle. The brick landed in Dayton's lap and awoke the confused old man.

Joshua was a former Army Reserve engineer. While deployed to Afghanistan Joshua had acquired a taste for opium that was difficult to support in the US. Opium in the Stan was easy to find and cheap. In the US it was expensive. In order to support his opium habit he began taking things from the Army Reserve Center where he worked and then selling them on Ebay and at the local flea market at excellent prices.

The ATF became fascinated with his activity and decided to try to buy some C4 explosives from him after some rigorous on-line negotiations. Joshua was in the eighth year of a nine year sentence when the virus hit.

Before Hills was fully awake Luke had the door unlocked and open. He dragged Hills out of the Suburban and struck him a number of times in the face stunning him. The rest of the crew jumped in and kicked the man until he went limp, sobbing on the ground.

Wolfe jumped behind the wheel of the Suburban and was preparing to take off when Wrinkles jumped out from underneath the blanket and into his lap. With a lucky shot the dog then bit him through his pants on the penis. This caused the other men in the group to break into uproarious laughter.

Wolfe yelled in pain and grabbed the dog by the loose skin on his back and threw him on to the ground by the old man. He then jumped out of the vehicle to teach the dog a lesson.

Wrinkles turned to confront the attacker and Wolfe kicked him square in the face causing the dog to somersault backwards into the rock face behind him. This stunned the dog and Wolfe closed in and gave him a few stomps for good measure.

While Wolfe was stomping the dog several of the men in the group watched in hysterics. It was the funniest thing most of them had seen in years. No one was watching Dayton who having regained some of his senses retrieved the short barreled .38 revolver that he kept tucked in his waistband when he went on trips.

Dayton took a bead on Wolfe from the ground and pulled the trigger. He could not see out of his swollen dominant eye and missed wide right. This stopped the group from laughing and two of the men jumped on him wrestling the gun away.

The man who grabbed the gun was a very large man who went by the name of "Big John". At 6'6" 275lbs Big John did not have to do much to intimidate people and consequently did not fight much. He had been sent to Beckley for his part in distributing methamphetamines at the Strip club in Morgantown where he had worked the door as a bouncer. Big John did not like guns much either so he handed it to Wolfe.

Wolfe took the revolver and shot two rounds into Dayton's back as he lay there on the side of the road. The men then jumped into the Suburban and vanished into the night.
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Re: If God Wills It

Post by Sheriff McClelland » Thu Jun 18, 2015 4:56 pm

I predict a good ending for these losers .
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Re: If God Wills It

Post by Zimmy » Thu Jun 18, 2015 6:04 pm

I keep marveling at the sheer magnificence of this designer plague. Heck, if you just lay low for long enough all the crazy infected people will die of dehydration. Three months and this thing should have burned itself out.

Most evil geniuses get a ruined world full of carnivorous bipeds or get infected themselves.

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Re: If God Wills It

Post by 91Eunozs » Thu Jun 18, 2015 9:00 pm

Like the twist...be very interesting to see where this goes.

Who stomps a pup though? :vmad:
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