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had joined together for mutual protection.
There was a large barn behind the home. The barn was larger than the home at about four thousand five hundred square feet and was two stories. Near the barn was a large chicken coop and a fenced area for pigs. Behind the barn was another fenced area with several cows, goats, and horses.
The Matthews had set up their own little area beside the barn, where most of the community’s tools were kept and could be more easily borrowed for maintenance and repairs on the MRAP, mostly done or directed by Kathy.
Royce had chosen to park the semi-tractor tow truck he had recently acquired close by the barn as well, and for the same reason. He felt a bond with the Matthews even after only the three days he’d spent with Jim and his family. He knew Jim had hoped to use his blood to try and save his brother’s life, but Royce believed Jim would have still risked his own safety to help him.
Over the next several days the Matthews continued to mentally decompress even as they helped out around the farm. The sounds of gunshots could be heard almost every night, but hadn’t been enough to prevent most from sleep. Some nights they hadn’t heard any. They all visited Jim in the RV hospital and Dr. Shultz had made an exception to the ‘one at a time’ rule when Arzu took Berk and Kayra to see their father.
Most of the family, as well as Chelsea and Royce, kept busy with modifications made to the MRAP and the tow truck. They also pitched in to help the other residents whenever needed. Judith helped out by assisting some of the adults in continuing with the education of Berk and Kayra and the population of twenty-eight other school-aged kids.
After five days of complete bed rest, Jim was permitted by Dr. Shultz to go out for short periods of time and spend time with his family and friends. He was happy to be upright and to have the urinary catheter removed. He had mentioned removing the catheter and getting out of bed before Dr. Shultz cleared him, but Arzu threatened him with further bodily harm.
Jim met with Hank again and was invited, once he felt better, to sit in on the afternoon meetings they conducted nearly every day. The residents got together and discussed current projects and plans for the near future for their community. Hank asked to meet privately with Jim and fill him in on what information had been disseminated by what remained of the U.S. Government, though Hank admitted much of it was probably information Jim and his family had heard or seen already.
Arzu, Berk, and Kayra escorted Jim to the barn where the MRAP was parked. Royce, Chris, and Jeremy approached to meet Jim with wide grins on their faces. “What’s with the shit-eating grins?” Jim asked.
“Language,” Arzu reminded him and pointed up at the roof of the MRAP.
Jim saw the reason for their proud smiles. They had finished the modifications of the MRAP’s turret. Before, it consisted of merely an opening in the roof with a hatch to secure it. It had been useful as an observation position but offered the outward opening hatch as the only protection. Now, mounted to the roof was an actual turret that could turn three hundred and sixty degrees, with a mount for a weapon. The sides of the turret had thick steel welded in place with small slits cut in as view ports. They had also manufactured a roof over the turret made from the same thick steel plating.
Jim pointed up to the turret’s weapon mount. “So what are we mounting on the there?” he asked.
“Come check this out, Dad,” Jeremy said.
Jim followed Jeremy to the rear door of the MRAP. An M249 light machine gun sat on the floor in the back, one that also had the designation of SAW (squad automatic weapon). It fired the same 5.56 x 45mm ammunition as the AR-15s, but was loaded by a two hundred round belt.
“Where did you guys get this?” Jim asked.
“We did some dealing with some of the other residents here. They had found some abandoned military
There was a large barn behind the home. The barn was larger than the home at about four thousand five hundred square feet and was two stories. Near the barn was a large chicken coop and a fenced area for pigs. Behind the barn was another fenced area with several cows, goats, and horses.
The Matthews had set up their own little area beside the barn, where most of the community’s tools were kept and could be more easily borrowed for maintenance and repairs on the MRAP, mostly done or directed by Kathy.
Royce had chosen to park the semi-tractor tow truck he had recently acquired close by the barn as well, and for the same reason. He felt a bond with the Matthews even after only the three days he’d spent with Jim and his family. He knew Jim had hoped to use his blood to try and save his brother’s life, but Royce believed Jim would have still risked his own safety to help him.
Over the next several days the Matthews continued to mentally decompress even as they helped out around the farm. The sounds of gunshots could be heard almost every night, but hadn’t been enough to prevent most from sleep. Some nights they hadn’t heard any. They all visited Jim in the RV hospital and Dr. Shultz had made an exception to the ‘one at a time’ rule when Arzu took Berk and Kayra to see their father.
Most of the family, as well as Chelsea and Royce, kept busy with modifications made to the MRAP and the tow truck. They also pitched in to help the other residents whenever needed. Judith helped out by assisting some of the adults in continuing with the education of Berk and Kayra and the population of twenty-eight other school-aged kids.
After five days of complete bed rest, Jim was permitted by Dr. Shultz to go out for short periods of time and spend time with his family and friends. He was happy to be upright and to have the urinary catheter removed. He had mentioned removing the catheter and getting out of bed before Dr. Shultz cleared him, but Arzu threatened him with further bodily harm.
Jim met with Hank again and was invited, once he felt better, to sit in on the afternoon meetings they conducted nearly every day. The residents got together and discussed current projects and plans for the near future for their community. Hank asked to meet privately with Jim and fill him in on what information had been disseminated by what remained of the U.S. Government, though Hank admitted much of it was probably information Jim and his family had heard or seen already.
Arzu, Berk, and Kayra escorted Jim to the barn where the MRAP was parked. Royce, Chris, and Jeremy approached to meet Jim with wide grins on their faces. “What’s with the shit-eating grins?” Jim asked.
“Language,” Arzu reminded him and pointed up at the roof of the MRAP.
Jim saw the reason for their proud smiles. They had finished the modifications of the MRAP’s turret. Before, it consisted of merely an opening in the roof with a hatch to secure it. It had been useful as an observation position but offered the outward opening hatch as the only protection. Now, mounted to the roof was an actual turret that could turn three hundred and sixty degrees, with a mount for a weapon. The sides of the turret had thick steel welded in place with small slits cut in as view ports. They had also manufactured a roof over the turret made from the same thick steel plating.
Jim pointed up to the turret’s weapon mount. “So what are we mounting on the there?” he asked.
“Come check this out, Dad,” Jeremy said.
Jim followed Jeremy to the rear door of the MRAP. An M249 light machine gun sat on the floor in the back, one that also had the designation of SAW (squad automatic weapon). It fired the same 5.56 x 45mm ammunition as the AR-15s, but was loaded by a two hundred round belt.
“Where did you guys get this?” Jim asked.
“We did some dealing with some of the other residents here. They had found some abandoned military
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