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House Calls -- Part II
It was time, time for us to leave the safe and warm confines of Campus Du Page. There were survivors out there in the bleak wasteland that had once been the Chicago metro area. The City by the Lake was no more and the survivors of the shockwaves that had destroyed a once fine city would be looking for help. With the frequency of our supply drops from outside the zone on the increase, John thought it might be a comfort for those outside Campus Du Page to see and know that help was available.
Help from someone inside the zone. For the time being they were ostracized from the rest of the world. So they were on their own except for supply drops. The few survivors that had made their way to Campus Du Page told them of camps being setup throughout the zone. Some were friendly and welcomed new comers with open arms. Others enslaved anyone that happened by or worse, killed them outright. John had visited some of those camps, freeing those oppressed and punishing the oppressors.
On the way back from one of these camps John stumbled across another which had been set up and welcomed any who wandered by. John entered the camp to fearful stares. The way he was clothed, in combat armor and camouflaged uniform, may have had something to do with the staring part. The fact that the only weapon showing was his side arm, belayed his ability to force himself upon them.
Although with the flick of his arm to a tri-dimensional portal John would be able summon the power of the sun to defend himself, John was also protected by the energy shield he carried with him. An energy shield all personnel at Campus Du Page were now equipped with. So John had no fear of what might happen to him it was just what might happen to others that he was afraid of.
A group of men, armed to the teeth, approached him, stopping twenty or so feet in front of him, weapons pointing at his head. John stopped and waited calmly. A single female made her way through the men with guns, stopping just outside the group.
"What do you want here?" She was dressed as the others, in whatever they could scrounge. Her hair was neatly brushed and her skin was clean. She spoke without accent but with conviction.
"Nothing from you, I'm just passing through."
"To where, from where?"
"I am from Campus Du Page. That is where I am heading now." Her eyes widened slightly at John's admission.
"I thought no one ventured forth from Du Page?"
"I do. I am Mike Sullivan, guardian of Campus Du Page." Her eyes widened even more and John heard a sharp intake of breath.
"What are you doing out here?" John decided to answer her question.
"I am returning from the camp to the south of you," he stopped and pointed. Her eyes narrowed.
"And..."
"And the people there now govern themselves."
"Oh." She came forward so fast that John didn't have time to contract his shield. She bounced off and down onto her behind. The look on her face was one of pure shock. "So it's true? You can't be touched?"
Contracting his field John reached down taking her hand and helping her to her feet. She waved a hand at the men and they lowered their weapons.
"I can be touched or touch as I see fit." John smiled at her. Her eyes sparkled in the sunlight, dim as it may be, filtered through the dust in the high altitudes.
"Would you like something to eat, drink?" she asked pleasantly.
"No thank you. I really need to return to Du Page." John shook his head sadly. John wondered to himself how long she would be the leader here. Their camp was a scant two klicks from Du Page. "Why haven't you moved to Du Page?"
"Some of us did. The rest here wanted to be free of government entanglements."
"Campus Du Page is not the government."
"Well people out here think it is."
"How would we best prove we are not?"
"I don't know, maybe by showing yourselves out here once in awhile."
"I will think on that on my journey back. I know the need for doctors is great out here. Many more survived than were thought would. Campus Du Page has ten Doctors. You are close enough that if you need medical care you could bring them to Du Page. Maybe we could set up a schedule for doctor's visits to each camp."
"Ten doctors?"
"Yes. Are you in need of one?"
"Yes. We have three people here with severe wounds. They were attacked but fought off their attackers."
"Are they able to be moved?"
"Yes but not too far."
"No, just to Campus Du Page, I will wait while you get them ready. I will escort your people to the Campus for medical treatment."
"And when they are well you will bring them back."
"If that is their wish."
"Get the injured ready to move," she said turning to the men around them. They scattered in different directions. So far she hadn't told John her name and he hadn't asked. John personally did not want to know any of their names, which just might mean they were friends and he didn't want any more friends just now.
A group of men carrying stretchers, three of them, soon appeared in front of them. Turning John started off in the direction of Du Page. Sensing that he was not being followed he halted and turned looking at the woman.
"Are you coming?"
"How will my men and I get back here?"
"I will bring you back."
