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Part 17
"Look at all of them!" Bill said.
"Sure is a lot of them isn't there." Jim replied.
They sat in a the woods on a "dogleg" turn of Hwy 441 about 30 miles from the retreat. They watched a mile length section of Hwy 441 and at least one hundred refugees trudging up the road with what they could carry.
While their was several large groups, most seemed to be traveling individually or in family groups. Of the estimated one hundred, perhaps 30 were openly armed. All were walking right down the center of the road. A handful of backpacks were observed, but the bulk of supplies were carried in shopping charts, Walmart plastic sacks and luggage with wheels. One family had a "Radio Flyer" little red wagon strapped to the hilt with sacks and water jugs.
Most interesting was a man and wife that had two shopping carts tied together and a sign on the side of it "The new Walmart." He was obviously some type of trader. Jim noticed that he was working the crowd as they traveled by. His cart appeared to have quite a few boxes of shoes and hiking boots and that seemed to be what he was peddlin today.
"At least this guy's got a decent barter item. Every one of these people will need new shoes soon as their penny loafers or Air Crappies fall apart." Jim said.
They observed one women, who appeared to be mid to late twenties, standing near the opposite side of the road with two children. The two children were sitting on two Gucchi luggage bags. The women was seen talking to every man that walked by that was by himself. After talking briefly with about three different men, a fourth man approached and a new conversation began.
"Oh man, this is like watching that old show "Cops" when they were on a sting operation arresting hookers or John's." Bill said.
Jim laughed. "Can you imagine the conversation? Hello sir, my name is Sissy. I was a soccer mom who hated guns and thought being prepared was having at least two shades of lipstick with me at all times. Now I'm having to sell my body to keep my kids eating. If I hadn't had been so concerned with keeping up with the Jones's I could have had food to eat right now. So, please, give me a can of beenie weenies and I'll show you a good time."
Bill laughed. "It's funny but it's not, you know?"
"Yep, I know what you mean." Jim said.
The women disappeared into the woods next to the road with the man only to reappear 10 minutes later looking a bit discheveled. The man tightened his belt, put his bag back on his shoulder and walked on.
What was surprising was that their was no violence between any of the refugees. Jim expected them to be preying on each other.
More people went by and the post apocolyptic prostitute kept soliciting men. At one point a women was walking 10 yards behind a man that was solicited. The women was evidently the wife or girlfriend of the man. A short catfight ensued until the man pulled his wife off of the hooker.
"WHAT ELSE CAN I DO? WHAT ELSE CAN I DO?" the hooker yelled after the women as the couple left.
Jim couldn't help but feel sorry for the women now. Maybe she was just some single mom who didn't have the money to prepare. Maybe her husband had died in the chaos and she was doing whatever she had to survive. He was more sorry for the kids, that they were witnessing this behavior from their Mom.
Another couple of hours passed with the women going into the woods with 3 more men at different times.
"Oh no, don't do it!" Jim said was he looked through the binoculars at the scene unfolding.
The man that had been talking with the hooker had motioned towards one of the little girls a couple of times during the conversation. The hooker had tried to divert his attention back to her. Within a few minutes the man was seen entering the woodline with one of the little girls. She couldn't have been 9 years old.
"No F'in way!" Jim said as he dropped the binoculars and picked up the Savage 110.
"Son of a *****! He's in the woodline now and I can't get a shot! F!" Jim said
"Oh man, not the little girl." Bill said.
"Radio Steve at the truck and tell him to get up here within two minutes." Jim said as he stode up and grabbed his rifle.
"What are you doing?" Bill said, starting to stand as well.
"What the F you think I'm doing!" Jim said as he ran off towards the road.
"WAIT! Bill said, let's set up security first!"
"No time, cover me with the Savage, keep your eye on that woman" Jim said.
Jim was pi$$ed. Their was few things in life that pi$$ed him off more than people treating kids badly. This was the absolute worst case of that he'd ever witnessed.
The stream of refugees came to a halt as Jim suddenly appeared out of the woodline from the other side of the road. In BDU's, with body armor and LBV, face camo and AK, he was probably the last thing any of them expected to walk out of the woods.
Getting closer he could see the women now. She was no soccer mom. Closer inspection showed her to look like a crack whore or some type of drug addict. Jim removed the tactical sling from his body and let it hang loose on the AK.
"Hey man, what are you doing?" the crack whore asked as Jim approached.
Jim said nothing and the women reached into her pants and started to open a cheap fleamarket copy of a Spyderco knife.
The butt of the AK caught her square in the nose and she went down like a tons of bricks. Without blinking Jim walked by her and continued into the woods. The "man" (term loosely used)turned around.
"What the F do you think your doing?"
Jim replied by lowering the muzzle of his AK and shooting two rounds into his genitalia area. He went to the ground grasping at his crotch and screaming. Jim looked around quickly, then jumped on the man, dropping his knee into his groin. This brought more screaming from him. Jim observed no firearms on the man.
The little girl was crying now, sitting on the ground and rocking back and forth slowly. As Jim's mind spun with ideas of how he was going to stretch this man's life out a few days so he could torture him, his eye caught sight of the little girl.
A shot rang out. Jim turned and saw the hooker slouching to the ground just 10 yards from Jim. Bill put a round from the Savage into her as soon as she got up and moved on Jim.
Jim got up and grabbed a hold of the little girl. She looked comatose. Jim put her on his left side so he could use his rifle if need be, now slung back on the body.
He heard the sound of the truck as Steve approached. Jim looked around at the other refugees, who seemed to have not moved an inch since Jim had rushed across the road. Jim moved in close to the other girl, putting himself in front of both of them.
"What the F' is wrong with you idiots?" Jim yelled at the refugee. "How the h-ll could you let something like this happen? Your all frickin animals!" All he received was blank stares from the refugees.
Steve pulled the truck up within a few yards of Jim and the girls, almost hitting two refugees a little up the road. Steve parked the truck on an slight angle with the road and left the engine running. He exited with a BWest sidefolder AK and immediately flipped the stock into locked position after getting out of the truck.
Jim put the first girl into the bed of the truck, then picked up the second one and put her next to the first. They huddled together and held each other.
"It's gonna be o.k. We aren't gonna hurt you. No one is gonna hurt you anymore" Jim said.
"What the hell's going on?" Steve said.
"Get back in, drive across the road and pick up Bill, have him sit up front. I will sit in the back with these two" was all Jim could reply.
Steve did and pulled to a stop across the road and slightly down from where he picked up Jim. Both Jim and Steve exited the vehicle and took up defensive positions while they waited for Bill.
"That was frickin stupid, you know that." Bill said as he left the wood line. He carried his gear, his AK and the Savage.
"I know, can we please just go now." Jim replied.
The truck pulled away at high speed. The refugees still stood in place with strange looks on their faces.
Part 17
"Look at all of them!" Bill said.
"Sure is a lot of them isn't there." Jim replied.
They sat in a the woods on a "dogleg" turn of Hwy 441 about 30 miles from the retreat. They watched a mile length section of Hwy 441 and at least one hundred refugees trudging up the road with what they could carry.
While their was several large groups, most seemed to be traveling individually or in family groups. Of the estimated one hundred, perhaps 30 were openly armed. All were walking right down the center of the road. A handful of backpacks were observed, but the bulk of supplies were carried in shopping charts, Walmart plastic sacks and luggage with wheels. One family had a "Radio Flyer" little red wagon strapped to the hilt with sacks and water jugs.
Most interesting was a man and wife that had two shopping carts tied together and a sign on the side of it "The new Walmart." He was obviously some type of trader. Jim noticed that he was working the crowd as they traveled by. His cart appeared to have quite a few boxes of shoes and hiking boots and that seemed to be what he was peddlin today.
"At least this guy's got a decent barter item. Every one of these people will need new shoes soon as their penny loafers or Air Crappies fall apart." Jim said.
They observed one women, who appeared to be mid to late twenties, standing near the opposite side of the road with two children. The two children were sitting on two Gucchi luggage bags. The women was seen talking to every man that walked by that was by himself. After talking briefly with about three different men, a fourth man approached and a new conversation began.
"Oh man, this is like watching that old show "Cops" when they were on a sting operation arresting hookers or John's." Bill said.
Jim laughed. "Can you imagine the conversation? Hello sir, my name is Sissy. I was a soccer mom who hated guns and thought being prepared was having at least two shades of lipstick with me at all times. Now I'm having to sell my body to keep my kids eating. If I hadn't had been so concerned with keeping up with the Jones's I could have had food to eat right now. So, please, give me a can of beenie weenies and I'll show you a good time."
Bill laughed. "It's funny but it's not, you know?"
"Yep, I know what you mean." Jim said.
The women disappeared into the woods next to the road with the man only to reappear 10 minutes later looking a bit discheveled. The man tightened his belt, put his bag back on his shoulder and walked on.
What was surprising was that their was no violence between any of the refugees. Jim expected them to be preying on each other.
More people went by and the post apocolyptic prostitute kept soliciting men. At one point a women was walking 10 yards behind a man that was solicited. The women was evidently the wife or girlfriend of the man. A short catfight ensued until the man pulled his wife off of the hooker.
"WHAT ELSE CAN I DO? WHAT ELSE CAN I DO?" the hooker yelled after the women as the couple left.
Jim couldn't help but feel sorry for the women now. Maybe she was just some single mom who didn't have the money to prepare. Maybe her husband had died in the chaos and she was doing whatever she had to survive. He was more sorry for the kids, that they were witnessing this behavior from their Mom.
Another couple of hours passed with the women going into the woods with 3 more men at different times.
"Oh no, don't do it!" Jim said was he looked through the binoculars at the scene unfolding.
The man that had been talking with the hooker had motioned towards one of the little girls a couple of times during the conversation. The hooker had tried to divert his attention back to her. Within a few minutes the man was seen entering the woodline with one of the little girls. She couldn't have been 9 years old.
"No F'in way!" Jim said as he dropped the binoculars and picked up the Savage 110.
"Son of a *****! He's in the woodline now and I can't get a shot! F!" Jim said
"Oh man, not the little girl." Bill said.
"Radio Steve at the truck and tell him to get up here within two minutes." Jim said as he stode up and grabbed his rifle.
"What are you doing?" Bill said, starting to stand as well.
"What the F you think I'm doing!" Jim said as he ran off towards the road.
"WAIT! Bill said, let's set up security first!"
"No time, cover me with the Savage, keep your eye on that woman" Jim said.
Jim was pi$$ed. Their was few things in life that pi$$ed him off more than people treating kids badly. This was the absolute worst case of that he'd ever witnessed.
The stream of refugees came to a halt as Jim suddenly appeared out of the woodline from the other side of the road. In BDU's, with body armor and LBV, face camo and AK, he was probably the last thing any of them expected to walk out of the woods.
Getting closer he could see the women now. She was no soccer mom. Closer inspection showed her to look like a crack whore or some type of drug addict. Jim removed the tactical sling from his body and let it hang loose on the AK.
"Hey man, what are you doing?" the crack whore asked as Jim approached.
Jim said nothing and the women reached into her pants and started to open a cheap fleamarket copy of a Spyderco knife.
The butt of the AK caught her square in the nose and she went down like a tons of bricks. Without blinking Jim walked by her and continued into the woods. The "man" (term loosely used)turned around.
"What the F do you think your doing?"
Jim replied by lowering the muzzle of his AK and shooting two rounds into his genitalia area. He went to the ground grasping at his crotch and screaming. Jim looked around quickly, then jumped on the man, dropping his knee into his groin. This brought more screaming from him. Jim observed no firearms on the man.
The little girl was crying now, sitting on the ground and rocking back and forth slowly. As Jim's mind spun with ideas of how he was going to stretch this man's life out a few days so he could torture him, his eye caught sight of the little girl.
A shot rang out. Jim turned and saw the hooker slouching to the ground just 10 yards from Jim. Bill put a round from the Savage into her as soon as she got up and moved on Jim.
Jim got up and grabbed a hold of the little girl. She looked comatose. Jim put her on his left side so he could use his rifle if need be, now slung back on the body.
He heard the sound of the truck as Steve approached. Jim looked around at the other refugees, who seemed to have not moved an inch since Jim had rushed across the road. Jim moved in close to the other girl, putting himself in front of both of them.
"What the F' is wrong with you idiots?" Jim yelled at the refugee. "How the h-ll could you let something like this happen? Your all frickin animals!" All he received was blank stares from the refugees.
Steve pulled the truck up within a few yards of Jim and the girls, almost hitting two refugees a little up the road. Steve parked the truck on an slight angle with the road and left the engine running. He exited with a BWest sidefolder AK and immediately flipped the stock into locked position after getting out of the truck.
Jim put the first girl into the bed of the truck, then picked up the second one and put her next to the first. They huddled together and held each other.
"It's gonna be o.k. We aren't gonna hurt you. No one is gonna hurt you anymore" Jim said.
"What the hell's going on?" Steve said.
"Get back in, drive across the road and pick up Bill, have him sit up front. I will sit in the back with these two" was all Jim could reply.
Steve did and pulled to a stop across the road and slightly down from where he picked up Jim. Both Jim and Steve exited the vehicle and took up defensive positions while they waited for Bill.
"That was frickin stupid, you know that." Bill said as he left the wood line. He carried his gear, his AK and the Savage.
"I know, can we please just go now." Jim replied.
The truck pulled away at high speed. The refugees still stood in place with strange looks on their faces.
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