She turned to face Nate and Gene introduced her as Kim, his daughter-in-law. Gene explained everything that happened since they left the interstate. Kim looked stressed. The gravity of everything was going to start pulling on people; the weaker ones would come apart. The family appeared well suited for the current struggles, Nate thought.
“Nate, come have a seat,” Gene said as he led the way to the large family room. The TV on tuned to the Fox Business Channel. The headline that was scrolling across the screen read, ALL MARKETS WORLDWIDE CLOSED. The anchor wasn’t one that Nate recognized. The tie the man wore was out of shape and apparently quickly tied. The look on his face was one of panic. The show broadcast from New York, and in the background, large fires and smoke billowing up.
“We are currently hearing gunfire outside, numerous stores and banks looted; authorities are stretched beyond their ability to respond.” The reporter said live from the streets. The anchor asked him where exactly he was, “We are outside the studio” he replied.
Nate continued to watch the news and try to learn as much about what was going on and where. It seemed so far the worst was in the largest cities, but reports were trickling in from many smaller towns across the US.
“Nate, this country is going to be different after this, maybe better in many ways, worse in some. I just hope our nation resists those calling for a one world currency. Economies are far too different around the world for that” Nate explained.
“I just can’t believe it happened, I guess I shouldn’t be surprised,” Nate replied.
Gene leaned into talk to Nate without the others able to hear.
“Son, I fear this all will spin out of control fast. I know you said you are going to Texas. You are welcome to stay. We have plenty of room; in fact, we have the cottage out back. You did us a great favor; you likely saved my wife’s life. We owe you.” Nate considered his words. The trip home would take some time. The roads were near, if not already completely shut down. But in his heart, he knew his family would be worried about him. He had tried calling them numerous times after the trip, but all the cellular systems seemed to be down.
“I do sincerely appreciate the offer, but I need to get to my family, they will need me. Do you have a land line phone?” Nate asked. He could tell by Gene’s expression that they did not.
“We just got rid of it last year. We finally caved in and went all cell phones. I’m sorry, but even if we did, the reports earlier said the only number that might work is 911.” Gene replied.
For the first time, Nate truly became scared. Before he was nervous, but when communications go down, for the most part, things go south fast.
“I would appreciate it if I could stay the night. I will be leaving at dawn.” Nate said. Gene smiled.
“Nate, do you like bacon?” Gene asked.
“Love it” he replied.
“Kim, bring this boy one of your famous BLT’s,” Gene said loud.
“Coming right up” she replied.
“We will get the cottage set up for you. It even has a Tempurpedic bed.” Gene stated.
“Thank you. That sounds great. I haven’t slept in a real bed for some time.” Nate replied.
Chapter 2
The Coffee Mug
The cottage was about 400 square feet and very cozy, with the only sound coming from the oscillating fan that blew all night. Nate opened his eyes to see the sun peering through the wooden shutters. He forgot where he was, and then remembered the situation. Nate rolled onto his side, grabbed his Luminox watch and checked the time. It was just after 7 am; he needed to get up and try to map his trip. Nate turned on his cell phone trying again to get a signal, but got nothing. Before he went to sleep, he had composed an email to his parents explaining his location and that he was ok. He hoped it would go through at some point when reception returned to service.
Nate pulled himself out of bed walked into the small bathroom and looked in the mirror. He was 39 and still in great shape. Since leaving the military, he tried to maintain a fit lifestyle. Looking down at the sink, he saw a new razor and shaving cream. His hosts did well. He felt like having a clean shave. Washing his face with the hot water felt great, and he didn’t take long to use the tiny shower stall much like the ones you would find in a motor home. He finished up in the bathroom and walked into the small kitchen to find a small percolator with coffee ready to go with one handmade coffee mug. Under the mug was a folded piece of paper.
Nate,
I can’t thank you enough for saving my parents; I didn’t get to meet you last night, you were already asleep when I got to my folk's house. My name is Samantha; I work in town at the clinic. My father says you have to leave for Texas. I wish you a safe journey and hope your parents realize what a special son they have. Just in case you are wondering, yes, I came in while you slept. I might not be awake when you left and wanted you to know how grateful I am.
Thank you again,
If things return to normal let us know, our number is 555-555-1212
PS. The mug is yours to take.
Sammie
Nate turned the gas on to heat the water inside. He tucked the note into his shirt pocket. Nate saw a family photo last night before heading to the cottage and did notice a redhead in the picture standing next to Randy. Nate assumed she was Sammie. Then he opened the refrigerator door to find a premade plate of breakfast with another note under the plate.
Nate,
I hope you like bacon, eggs, and biscuits with gravy. I also put a glass of orange juice in here for you. Just in case you are wondering, I did not cook this while you slept.
Thank you again,
Sammie
Nate laughed out loud. This girl was funny but appreciated the food. He was looking forward to a substantial meal. A part of him wished he could stay just to get to know these people further. Time was ticking by, though, and he knew he had to get going. He grabbed his small bag and opened it up. He removed his Glock compact 30s; he attached it to the IWB made by No Surrender Holsters in Texas. He pulled his shirt over his head and buckled up his pants. He put his boots on and grabbed up his pack. He wrote up a short note to the family and one to Sammie leaving it on the counter. He headed out.
Nate walked up to the porch and found Gene and Mattie waiting for him. Gene stood and helped Mattie up so she could see Nate off.
“Nate, the offer still stands; you are welcome as long as needed. It will be dangerous out there, son.” Gene suggested. Nate smiled and shook both of their hands.
“I appreciate that. I surely do, and the place to sleep last night. Please tell Sammie I am sorry I didn’t get to say goodbye, that breakfast was outstanding.” Nate replied.
“Oh you can thank her; she’s waiting for your truck. She insisted on being woken up before you left. “Gene said with a smile. It was one of those grins like someone would have when they know something you don’t.
Nate said his goodbyes to Gene and Mattie and walked around the corner to his truck. Leaning up against the down tailgate was a woman dressed in a flannel shirt wearing jeans. Her hair was a dark red, long and blowing about in the early morning breeze. She smiled when she saw him coming.
“Well, good morning Nate. I hope you had a good night’s rest.” She asked. Nate found her voice to be very appealing. She had a smooth drawl to it, much like he was accustomed to in West Texas.
“I did, you must be Sammie?” Nate asked.
“Yes, nice to meet you” she answered extending her hand. They shook.
“I really enjoyed the breakfast and coffee. Thank you for doing all of that.” He replied.
She was maybe 5’5”, well built and beautiful. He couldn’t tell her age, maybe a few years younger than Nate.
“Like I said, thank you for what you did, most people just look the other way and care for themselves. So where are you headed? I mean, where in Texas? Dad said you're going to Texas.” She asked seeming a little more nervous as she created small talk.
“I felt like I
had to help. Ever heard of Fritch? Near Lake Meredith. Its north of Amarillo.” He answered trying to keep his eyes from looking away. She had the prettiest eyes of green emerald.
“Well, I have heard of Amarillo, but never Fritch. Is it pretty there?” Sammie asked.
“I love it; it’s a great place to live, quiet, good fishing and hunting, far enough away from big cities and close enough to mountains when I want too.” he said.
Nate moved to his side door and opened it. Slung in his bag and closed the door. Sammie was right behind him.
“My dad was serious when he offered you a place until this money stuff blows over. Are you sure you won’t stay?”
“I would love to, but if you needed to get home to your parents, would you stay?” he replied. She moved in closer.
“I suppose I would be doing the same. You have my number; please let us know when things are better and phones work that you did make it back.”
“I will, I promise, and I will come back eventually so we can all visit under better circumstances” Nate didn’t know why, but he could sense an attraction to her. He wondered if she also did. Under different times, it would have been easier to decide to stay and get to know her and her family. In different times, he would have asked her out. She was certainly attractive enough and smart to boot. But the reality of the world set in and kicked him down to face the journey he was about to take.
Sammie walked over to the side porch and picked up a dark paper bag. She walked back and handed it to Nate. “Just some snacks and different items for your trip, some things I hope you don’t need as well. You can check it all out down the road.” Nate took the bag. It was heavy, and he placed it in his middle jump seat.
“I see you have a CB radio.” She asked looking in his truck.
“Yes but haven’t heard much other than garbled traffic. Hopefully, it will be of more use down the road.”
“We have a CB base station here also. If you need anything, try us if you’re not too far.”
“You got it. I better get moving,” Nate said. As he turned to walk around Sammie, she moved in front of him and hugged him quickly. She whispered to him doing so.
“Nate, thank you. My parents are my world,” she said, then stepped back.
“You’re welcome Sammie; you take care. I will see you again and your family someday.”
Departing was difficult. He did feel at home in this isolated environment. He had no idea how far or exactly where he was. Gene gave him written directions for the way out, but Nate hadn’t yet decided which way to head south. He walked around to get in and noticed a few more gas can in his truck he had about 30 gallons now.
“Thanks for the gas that will save me a lot of time trying to find it at stations.” he commented.
“You will be lucky if there are any stations open Nate. I should warn you; it has gotten far worse overnight. The panic is spreading, and looters are everywhere.” she said.
“Don’t worry; I know how to protect myself and what I need.”
“Good and God bless you. Be safe,” she said. She stepped back as he started his truck, pulled out, and headed down the long drive, being chased by several Sheppard’s.
Chapter 3
The Passage of Time
When Nate finally found his way out from Gene’s, he discovered many cars had left the interstate. Some had remained, likely having run out of gas. It was an eerie sight; abandoned cars, trucks and even a few semis along the route south on I-90. He averaged about 50mph for nearly two hours, seeing only a few other vehicles like himself making their way down or up the interstate. After a few hours, he was approaching the town of Buffalo. Ahead he could see many flashing lights. It looked as though he would be coming to a traffic stop of some kind. Driving closer he saw it was a road block. Without hesitation, he approached. He wasn’t wanted for anything and just wanted to continue south. Several officers lined the sides of the roads with AR-15’s and had their cars parked in a way to only allow one car through at a time. He pulled up slowly, having already rolled down his window.
“Evening sir, where are you coming from?” the officer said, approaching a little closer. He was a younger man, maybe a rookie but was being polite.
“I left Montana a few days ago, been stuck up south of Sheridan. I’m just trying to get home to Texas, sir,” he replied, being just as respectful. He found it was always a good habit and often meant the difference between a good pull over and a bad one.
“Well, we are stopping all traffic because Buffalo is closed; it’s not that we don’t want you going through, but we have riot situations we are trying to handle. If you proceed up to the next exit, the Rock Creek Road exit, it will detour you around the town. I apologize for the inconvenience, sir. I hope you understand.” he explained. Nate shook his head that he did.
“I do. Can I ask you a question? Do you have any word how bad it’s getting south of here or anywhere? I can’t even pick up radio stations now. Most of the time when I do, it's just playing music.” Nate asked.
The officer walked closer and spoke softer.
“Unfortunately, everything we have heard is bad. Most interstates are controlled by two groups, the police or the bad guys. Some areas that can afford them use the National Guard, but not most.”
“I see. So bad guys as in ambushers?” the officers looked surprised.
“Yes, that’s what they do. Can I ask what made you say that?” The officer asked Nate.
“Had seen it before in Afghanistan” Nate replied. The officer seemed to relax more.
“Me too sir, I was Army. You?” he asked smiling.
“Army also” Nate replied.
“What Unit?” Nate asked.
“First Cavalry.” he replied.
“You sir?” he asked.
“Rangers 75th Regiment” the officer stood silent for a moment. Then he walked forward till he came to the door and extended his hand. “Take care sir, but something tells me you will.”
“Roger that, will move further faster and fight harder than any other” Nate replied with just an element of the Rangers Creed.
“Safe travels sir” the officer waved him through. Nate had not thought of his time overseas for a long time. He hoped things would soon come to a peaceful resolution in the states let alone over where many were still dying. He wondered this time with this crash if the Government would bring them all back or if they even could.
Nate drove until he saw the exit for Rock Creek Road. The number of cars along the road was staggering. Apparently, he was lucky to be still driving. Along the road, there were many impromptu camps and larger setups, probably made up by the local government to provide some resemblance of a shelter.
After many miles of back roads and mountains, Nate finally made it to County Road 16 that ran west but then detoured again south until it eventually leads him to I-25. Getting back on the interstate wasn’t easy. Semis were blocking most of the ramp. Some were running, while some were likely out of gas.
He had to drive up and on the shoulder because a few had stopped in the lane of traffic. At this point, he had not come across one gas station that was open. Many didn’t have power. He had only a few hours of daylight remaining and did not look forward to night driving. Darkness would become the preferred time for any criminal elements to be active. With darkness, they could see him approaching for miles. There were other cars ahead of him. He hated the thought, but they would become his blockade runners or early warning system.
He was using far more gas than he wanted with other detours along the way. After driving through the area of Wheatland, Wyoming, things began to slow down. He noticed the traffic ahead was doing a lot of swerving, and he could see flames from something with smoke rising. He wasn’t sure what was going on, but he decided to speed up and see what happened. As he approached, he could see many cars on fire, with some people at those cars carrying rifles. He floored his truck and swerved around a few vehicles to put distance between him and a few objects along
the way. Suddenly his back cab window blew up shattering glass all over the interior, but fortunately, the bullet didn’t hit him. He stayed glued to the best path and soon realized he was far out of the range of any of their weapons. He was glad he decided to come in hot because it surprised them. He hoped this was the last time he would experience this kind of action, but guessed it would occur again.
Nate had to stop. He needed to inspect his truck. The wind noise from the loss of the back cab window was going to drive him crazy. He found a place to pull over safely where no other traffic was present. He got out and opened his tool box. Inside were many useful items, including a few smaller tarps and a few rolls of duct tape. He made quick work in the back of the truck as he used his little EESE IZULA knife to cut a precision window replacement out of the tarp. Then he used half of the roll of duct tape to secure it in place. His dad always told him,
“Son, if you can’t fix it with duct tape, it can’t be fixed.” He missed both of his parents right now.
The repair only took a few moments and wasn’t hard. The sun was going down, and Nate contemplated that last 12 hours. In some ways, he regretted leaving Gene’s. However, his gut was telling him to get home. His parents would most definitely need him. With all of the detours, he was now filling up his tank with the last bit of gas from Gene. If it were not for them, he would be stuck further north. The night offered sleep with one eye open.
He was starting to calculate everything else in his head. Time, distance remaining, factors beyond his control, supplies on hand. It wasn’t looking good. His skills from the Army made him like this, always thinking about the next curve in the road, the next mission and beyond that. With that in mind, he removed his road map. He looked it over carefully. There were two towns ahead. The second town was the one that bothered him. If he were a criminal, the curve on the Interstate I-25 south before Chugwater would be a great spot for an ambush. It had a deep long curve with a mountain on the right side of the road. He always trusted his gut, and it told him don't go that route. He would try to find an exit at the next town of Slater. Tonight he would have to camp in his truck. He had the ability to make a real camp but decided to just stay in the truck. He drove for a short while longer until he found a small area that looked like a place the troopers would commonly run their radar. He backed into the dark area and got out. It was perfect. No one would see him from either direction, but he still had work to do. He opened the toolbox again and removed the duct tape. He went around all the reflectors and headlights anything to reflect his truck. Then he removed a 12x20 camouflage tarp. He draped it over the front and sides of his truck essentially hiding from the evils of the area. As one last thing, he walked around cutting small branches off the trees until he had enough to place randomly around the front of his truck to finish off the look. For the first time in several hours, he felt safe and in his environment.
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