Book Two
Survival, Escape, Evasion and a Torch is Passed and Received.
The World's End Series is an exploration of the apocalypse and survival of humanity. The original author, OnePaige completed
Book One of this series
in nine parts. I have kindly received permission from this great author to continue the story.
It is my sincere hope that I do the story justice and that you enjoy it. I encourage you to check out the originals to understand where this really begins. So, without further ado here is the beginning of Book Two.
"Yep, eighteen years, rank of SMES8, mostly air logistical support training for the corps going overseas the last couple of years."
"Wait!" gasped Delandra, "Did you say SMES8?"
"Shit," I spat, "that's a rank?"
"Yeah, one above SMES7?" she said sarcastically.
Why had that bit of conversation drifted into my dreams? "Come on Jack, your burning daylight "said Sandy as the aroma of fresh Coffee smacked me in the nose.
"Here, get it in you! We got shit to do. I have scoured the perimeter, and it looks as though there was a scuffle at one end of a garden patch. Hope you like it black because we don't have any time to waste on cream and sugar, if we are going to find your family."
"Wait you did a perimeter search by yourself?" I asked in a fuzzy brained manner, not sure yet that I was even awake enough to understand anything more than... coffee.
"Yeah. It was kind of like your dick this morning. It wasn't that hard, and your perimeter isn't that big. I have had much larger" Sandy said with one of the first smiles I could remember her bestowing on me.
Well at least she made the coffee today I thought and then I took the first sip. Wow! Yeah, this was the military coffee I had heard about! Ten gallons of water and a chainsaw to stir it. To say it was "thick" was too thin of a description!
I was now awake! Choking on the coffee, mind you but... but definitely awake! "Fuck Me!" I exclaimed as I choked and sputtered from the bite of the extra bitter, tar black liquid.
"I would, but we don't have time right now! Come on get your kit on. Let's move!" Sandy growled as she grabbed her pack again and strode out of the door taking quick decisive steps toward the garden.
Scratching my beard as I dressed, I wondered what it was she had found and how I could have missed it last night.
I found Sandy crouched down studying the ground out side of the protective fence that Dad and I had constructed.
"Looks like four maybe five heavy set men with military style boots. and two women had a bit of a struggle here. One of the women is either... really tall or she is extra heavy. The other one is kind of small statured from the size of the prints." Stated Sandy as she slowly moved in a hovering sort of manner about the scene.
The scene made absolutely no sense to me. I wondered how she could make all of those details out from a few muddy prints in the ground.
"The women went this way." Sandy said pointing towards the northwest side of the mountain. "The men went that way." she now pointed in a north easterly direction. "Four of the men were dragging something really heavy." She said as she followed the path that had been created by whatever they had been dragging. It was now very obvious to me that what Sandy had said was true. It led out to a large clearing several miles from the house to an asphalt helicopter landing pad, I hadn't known about.
"Someone was injured." Sandy now stated, as she held up some bits of green plastic. "Whoever these people are, they have access to military grade medical supplies." Sandy now prowled around the large asphalt square with the faded white and broken markings. "They have access to a large bird. I'm thinking more than likely a CH-47 Chinook, CH-46 Sea Knight, or CH-53 Jolly Green Giant from the looks of the beating these saplings took."
It was then that I noticed the heavy amounts of dust on the trees and most of the saplings were devoid of leaves. Is that what she meant? I had to know how she could put all of this together.
"Sandy, what makes you think this? How did you pick up this trail? I mean it sort of makes sense what your saying, but how can you be certain?" Trying not to irritate her but still finding it hard to believe what she had said to be true.
Expecting her to be angry, I was surprised when she smiled and said "I wasn't totally honest with you Jack. I didn't completely trust Delandra. So, I only told you half the truth. I was an Airforce air logistical support specialist when I joined the military 15 years ago. I was involved in training people. But... it wasn't in air logistical support operations. I was one of the Master Sergeant Instructors at the Airforce Survival school at Fairchild Air Force Base, in Washington state. I was enroute to join up with the Army's version of the survival school at Camp Mackall, in North Carolina. Every couple of years we will swap instructors. I was on the Senior Master Sergeant promotion list for E-8, and I probably would have been picked up for that rank, after my tour with the Army.