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you folks set for money?”
“Most of us are retired. Some of us have more money than others. You sure there’s no next of kin? If not, maybe we could get the county to deed the place over to us. Then at least we could sell off the stuff when we’re done there.”
“Good question, but I know who I can ask. As long as you agree to pay the taxes, I’m pretty sure they’ll turn on the power. That would cost a lot less than running that diesel generator all the time. Trust me.”
“Yeah, I believe it. We’re going to need other stuff, of course.”
“What else?”
“Glass. Somebody broke out most of the windows in the Clubhouse and Office,” Charlie said.
“Damn tweakers,” Howard frowned. “Sure, no problem. We have a contractor that’ll come out to the site. Just call me when you know the sizes, and I’ll get them out there. Anything else?”
“Was Chet a survivalist?” Charlie asked, lowering his voice.
“He used to talk about that all the damn time. Why, what did you find?”
“We found a trap door in the floor of the barn. There’s a friggin bomb shelter in there. Fully stocked, with several bedrooms, a kitchen, and a bunch of food and supplies.”
“No! You’re kidding,” Howard said.
“There’s a lot of valuable stuff at this place too,” Charlie said. “Why didn’t the kid sell it?”
“Just between you and me, this kid was pretty strange. He might have figured he’d come back eventually. Who knows?”
“He didn’t like the business, from what I heard.”
“True, but his dad had him interested in this survivalist nonsense,” Howard said. “Most of the old folks living out there were into that nonsense too. They all got old and died waiting for the apocalypse.”
“Well, they only missed it by about five years,” Charlie said, laughing. Howard cracked up.
“Well, we haven’t had the
apocalypse
here yet, but you do have a point. I’ll get the batteries on order for you, and make those calls. You want the power turned on right away?”
“Yeah,” Charlie said. “We’ll figure out the dollars when we get together out there. I’ll call up Frank and let him know. Does he need to turn off the generators?”
“Naw, that’s a backup system. When the juice comes in over the wires, she’ll turn off. If the power goes off, she’ll turn back on too, if there’s a good battery.”
“Why’d he have those, anyway? Seems like overkill for a survivalist…it’s hard to get fuel deliveries during the apocalypse.” Both men chuckled.
“Winter. If the city power goes down, those generators come in real handy. He had to use them more than once.”
“Winters pretty bad around here, eh?”
“Oh, yeah,” Howard said. “You guys think you’ll be here that long?”
“Maybe,” Charlie said.
Hilda was back, along with Mary and Trish. “We’re ready whenever you are,” she said.
Earl was behind them with a push cart full of supplies. “Guess we’d better ring this stuff up,” he said, smiling.
Howard nodded, smiling. “Wait a minute,” he said. He went into the back and brought out a big battery. “For the tow truck.” He rang that up, and put it on the push cart, and then started ringing the rest of the stuff up.
Back at the RV Park, the men made three large piles of debris. Gabe lit them up, and the men watched them burn for a few minutes. Luckily there wasn’t wind, and the fires burned lazily. Terry turned and walked back to where the trailers were. They looked a whole lot better on the outside after he raked up the mess under and around them. He went into the first of the travel trailers with a box of plastic bags he found in the clubhouse and started pulling trash out. Then he went on to the next one, then the next. He got done with all of them in about an hour. None of the trailers were in terrible shape…they were dusty and dirty, but that’s about it. It would have been worse a few years ago, before the food in them completely rotted away to
“Most of us are retired. Some of us have more money than others. You sure there’s no next of kin? If not, maybe we could get the county to deed the place over to us. Then at least we could sell off the stuff when we’re done there.”
“Good question, but I know who I can ask. As long as you agree to pay the taxes, I’m pretty sure they’ll turn on the power. That would cost a lot less than running that diesel generator all the time. Trust me.”
“Yeah, I believe it. We’re going to need other stuff, of course.”
“What else?”
“Glass. Somebody broke out most of the windows in the Clubhouse and Office,” Charlie said.
“Damn tweakers,” Howard frowned. “Sure, no problem. We have a contractor that’ll come out to the site. Just call me when you know the sizes, and I’ll get them out there. Anything else?”
“Was Chet a survivalist?” Charlie asked, lowering his voice.
“He used to talk about that all the damn time. Why, what did you find?”
“We found a trap door in the floor of the barn. There’s a friggin bomb shelter in there. Fully stocked, with several bedrooms, a kitchen, and a bunch of food and supplies.”
“No! You’re kidding,” Howard said.
“There’s a lot of valuable stuff at this place too,” Charlie said. “Why didn’t the kid sell it?”
“Just between you and me, this kid was pretty strange. He might have figured he’d come back eventually. Who knows?”
“He didn’t like the business, from what I heard.”
“True, but his dad had him interested in this survivalist nonsense,” Howard said. “Most of the old folks living out there were into that nonsense too. They all got old and died waiting for the apocalypse.”
“Well, they only missed it by about five years,” Charlie said, laughing. Howard cracked up.
“Well, we haven’t had the
apocalypse
here yet, but you do have a point. I’ll get the batteries on order for you, and make those calls. You want the power turned on right away?”
“Yeah,” Charlie said. “We’ll figure out the dollars when we get together out there. I’ll call up Frank and let him know. Does he need to turn off the generators?”
“Naw, that’s a backup system. When the juice comes in over the wires, she’ll turn off. If the power goes off, she’ll turn back on too, if there’s a good battery.”
“Why’d he have those, anyway? Seems like overkill for a survivalist…it’s hard to get fuel deliveries during the apocalypse.” Both men chuckled.
“Winter. If the city power goes down, those generators come in real handy. He had to use them more than once.”
“Winters pretty bad around here, eh?”
“Oh, yeah,” Howard said. “You guys think you’ll be here that long?”
“Maybe,” Charlie said.
Hilda was back, along with Mary and Trish. “We’re ready whenever you are,” she said.
Earl was behind them with a push cart full of supplies. “Guess we’d better ring this stuff up,” he said, smiling.
Howard nodded, smiling. “Wait a minute,” he said. He went into the back and brought out a big battery. “For the tow truck.” He rang that up, and put it on the push cart, and then started ringing the rest of the stuff up.
Back at the RV Park, the men made three large piles of debris. Gabe lit them up, and the men watched them burn for a few minutes. Luckily there wasn’t wind, and the fires burned lazily. Terry turned and walked back to where the trailers were. They looked a whole lot better on the outside after he raked up the mess under and around them. He went into the first of the travel trailers with a box of plastic bags he found in the clubhouse and started pulling trash out. Then he went on to the next one, then the next. He got done with all of them in about an hour. None of the trailers were in terrible shape…they were dusty and dirty, but that’s about it. It would have been worse a few years ago, before the food in them completely rotted away to
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