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Authors: David Craig
prisoners. There was no one to guard them twenty-four hours a day seven days a week year after year and, as Doc had said, a lot of the old rules of civilization were being left behind. They intended to leave no rapists behind.
Cindy, Barbie and some of the other women cut the two girls loose and gave them some clothes that weren't ripped and still had buttons and zippers. One curled up in a ball crying. The other picked up a shotgun and said, "Come on Tina we need some therapy." as she kicked a biker corpse. Cindy and Barbie followed the two girls as overwatch ready in case any of the rapists still had fight left in him.
It was a girl thing and Beacon stayed out of it except to point out the bush where the guy in the green T-shirt was. Both young women took turns firing into his hiding place. Miraculously he was still alive and screamed loudly as the shotgun fired again and again. Beacon reckoned revenge was good therapy as the raped women worked their way up from his groin to his head.
The inside of the cab of the fuel truck was splattered with dried blood. The paperwork indicated it had been loaded with 2000 gallons of diesel and 1000 of gasoline on the afternoon of The Game Changer. The LLC's were about to top off all their vehicles from the truck's big tanks when Beacon made a suggestion.
First drain all the diesel they could get from the fuel tanks of the beer trucks since they had no use for truckloads of stale beer and would be leaving them behind. Then finish topping off the 4X4's from the fuel truck so as to leave maximum fuel in it.
Then Trudy and her clan could drive the fuel truck for the convoy topping off all vehicles every night until the fuel was exhausted or they reached the redoubt. This, he explained, would leave them with maximum trade goods both for the trip and when they arrived at their redoubt. Privately he hoped it would enable Trudy's clan to retain their gasoline powered cars and some of their independence for the remainder of the trip.
Beacon's plan was adopted but amended to have the fuel truck also top off the deuce and a half's fuel trailer which they'd been refueling from so as to retain maximum adaptability and survivability if anything happened to the fuel truck. The military truck had a better chance of making it all the way to the redoubt than the civilian fuel truck.
Beacon would spend the night with the LLC then they'd separate in the morning. The two raped women could join the convoy or not. Actually they didn't have much choice. Most of their friends and families had been murdered as the outlaw bikers pillaged the small town they'd grown up in. Without protectors and a social network to depend on their chances of survival alone in this new world weren't very good. Their best bet was to join Trudy and her clan as hired hands/ semi serfs of the Rich Guys Survival Club and try to work their way into something better.
Offered a large share of the spoils for saving Cindy; Beacon topped off his truck's hundred gallon tank and took the only three boxes of .308 Winchester ammo to be found among the outlaws plus ten fifty round boxes of factory .45 ACP and five 500 round bricks of twenty-two long rifle ammo; all hollow points. The outlaws must have robbed a gun store he mused as he reloaded his magazines. He donated the rest of his share of guns, gas and ammo to Trudy.
With the hundred gallon tank in the back of his pickup Beacon could have driven all the way to Old Bill's without refueling, the extra gas he'd gathered before bugging out was for trade and he didn't need, or have containers for, more gasoline. Trudy, on the other hand, could use the gas and guns to equip her family and to trade for things they didn't have.
An Armadillo Sleeping in a Pile of Porcupines
The DDL&BSG's board of directors had decided to bivouac in the center of the valley during that meeting on the hill. The stolen fuel and beer
Cindy, Barbie and some of the other women cut the two girls loose and gave them some clothes that weren't ripped and still had buttons and zippers. One curled up in a ball crying. The other picked up a shotgun and said, "Come on Tina we need some therapy." as she kicked a biker corpse. Cindy and Barbie followed the two girls as overwatch ready in case any of the rapists still had fight left in him.
It was a girl thing and Beacon stayed out of it except to point out the bush where the guy in the green T-shirt was. Both young women took turns firing into his hiding place. Miraculously he was still alive and screamed loudly as the shotgun fired again and again. Beacon reckoned revenge was good therapy as the raped women worked their way up from his groin to his head.
The inside of the cab of the fuel truck was splattered with dried blood. The paperwork indicated it had been loaded with 2000 gallons of diesel and 1000 of gasoline on the afternoon of The Game Changer. The LLC's were about to top off all their vehicles from the truck's big tanks when Beacon made a suggestion.
First drain all the diesel they could get from the fuel tanks of the beer trucks since they had no use for truckloads of stale beer and would be leaving them behind. Then finish topping off the 4X4's from the fuel truck so as to leave maximum fuel in it.
Then Trudy and her clan could drive the fuel truck for the convoy topping off all vehicles every night until the fuel was exhausted or they reached the redoubt. This, he explained, would leave them with maximum trade goods both for the trip and when they arrived at their redoubt. Privately he hoped it would enable Trudy's clan to retain their gasoline powered cars and some of their independence for the remainder of the trip.
Beacon's plan was adopted but amended to have the fuel truck also top off the deuce and a half's fuel trailer which they'd been refueling from so as to retain maximum adaptability and survivability if anything happened to the fuel truck. The military truck had a better chance of making it all the way to the redoubt than the civilian fuel truck.
Beacon would spend the night with the LLC then they'd separate in the morning. The two raped women could join the convoy or not. Actually they didn't have much choice. Most of their friends and families had been murdered as the outlaw bikers pillaged the small town they'd grown up in. Without protectors and a social network to depend on their chances of survival alone in this new world weren't very good. Their best bet was to join Trudy and her clan as hired hands/ semi serfs of the Rich Guys Survival Club and try to work their way into something better.
Offered a large share of the spoils for saving Cindy; Beacon topped off his truck's hundred gallon tank and took the only three boxes of .308 Winchester ammo to be found among the outlaws plus ten fifty round boxes of factory .45 ACP and five 500 round bricks of twenty-two long rifle ammo; all hollow points. The outlaws must have robbed a gun store he mused as he reloaded his magazines. He donated the rest of his share of guns, gas and ammo to Trudy.
With the hundred gallon tank in the back of his pickup Beacon could have driven all the way to Old Bill's without refueling, the extra gas he'd gathered before bugging out was for trade and he didn't need, or have containers for, more gasoline. Trudy, on the other hand, could use the gas and guns to equip her family and to trade for things they didn't have.
An Armadillo Sleeping in a Pile of Porcupines
The DDL&BSG's board of directors had decided to bivouac in the center of the valley during that meeting on the hill. The stolen fuel and beer
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