A Survival Story: Finding their headquarters

A_Survival_Story_CoverWhat follows is just one part of an ongoing survival fiction series written by John Rourke and has been published on Amazon. It is being made available here for free. A new entry is published every day. The story is written in a daily journal format.



September 5th   Finding their headquarters…..

Bill, Ryan and I decided to see if we could find where the gang had their headquarters. We took the Jeep out and headed to what was generally considered the “bad” part of town. We were all nervous, and we were heavily armed. I wore an inexpensive tactical vest I had bought a couple years ago. With it I had my S&W M&P9 9mm pistol, four extra magazines plus one in the pistol, six 30-rd Magpul PMAG magazines for my Stag AR which road beside me along with a couple more in a pouch on my belt. Ryan had his Mini-14 and extra magazines. Bill had his Mossberg 500 along with a pouch full of extra shells. We all hoped no shots would be fired today.

We headed down Saluda Street. Many houses were burned down, and lots of graffiti on buildings that were still standing. We saw an older man riding a bicycle going down a side street so we turned down to talk to him. We pulled up and scared him half to death. He turned and we recognized each other. It was Guy! Guy was one of the first people we ran into after venturing out of the neighborhood after The Event. He asked right away  -”Any more peanut butter?”  Bill told him no but we had a couple cans of soup and some hard candy – but we needed some information. We asked about the Blue Bandanna Gang and where they hold up. Guy smiled and I wish he hadn’t. I haven’t seen that many craters since I looked at the moon as a kid through a telescope. Guy went on to say that he knew of two places – an old recreation center out at Boyd Hill and an empty warehouse that used to be a Carter’s Lumber. He said they stay at Carter’s but spend time during the day over at the rec center. I asked how many members – he said he guessed around 30 but really wasn’t sure.

We gave Guy his treats and moved on.

We drove over to the old Carter’s Lumber and from a safe distance checked the area out with binoculars. We understood why they choose this location. It was surround with a fence with bob-wire running along the top.  We could see a couple of pit bulls running around inside the fence. No one else was seen for over 30 minutes. I sketched a general map of the property and we headed home.

The three of us talked. This is where we would strike. We needed to figure out when and how – and who would be involved.

I am going to need to tell M.

– Jed




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