Two weeks. We have been in this crappy cabin for two weeks. No heat, no power and not a cell signal in site. I think Christina is losing it. She hasn’t been this long of the grid for maybe most of her life. She has taken to talking and yelling at her now dead phone. We are running out of supplies. The milk is gone and the coffee is down to enough grounds for couple of pots. Like everything else the coffee is made over an open fire in the hearth. There is an old stove but the pipe is constantly being buried with snow.
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It’s not all bad. The time we are alone is time we can spend together. No one to complain about the noise. My girl likes to make noise. She has taken to sing while he make-love. From Katy Perry’s Roar to Closer by Nine Inch Nails. When her phone died she started to use my chest for the rhythm section. The red marks on my chest speak to now we love our time together.
I watch the trail for anyone coming. About noon I saw a man coming up the trail. He had a bag and a rifle on his shoulder. He wasn’t FBI. You can tell FBI by the way they walk and dress. This guy was some sort of former military or something. I considered just shooting him but I thought, “what if this guy was FBI or something?” I grabbed my rifle and went into the snow. I buried myself in the snow with my rifle out. I said, “drop the bag and hold your hands up.” At first, he just looked around then I said, “I don’t care who you are if you don’t do what I said I will shoot.” He said, “I am Jack Pressler I am a private security officer sent by an FBI agent named Sampson and I would appreciate it if you didn’t shoot me Bob.” I wasn’t sure if I should shoot or not but he dropped the bag doing what I wanted so I came out and we went inside.
We came inside to find Christina with a gun. It would have been nice but with no power or cell reception it’s not like they could let us know. We told him about our lack of supplies and basics. He suggested we could just leave this frozen prison and find a good hotel with room service. Outside he said his name was Jack something or other. I was under the snow and didn’t catch it all. His argument about calling from a jacuzzi was compelling. Christina was elated with the idea of a cell reception and a way to charge her phone. Outside I heard a formilar sound. A rabbit has occasionally ventured out by the trail. It seems to slip on it onto the ice every time. It is kind of loud for a rabbit.
I went to the door to say, “see yea” to the bunny when Jack pulled me away. As he did gunfire erupted into the cabin. Jack was hit in several places. Some of them started to well with blood. They continued to fire into the cabin but thick lumber and a steel bear resistant door stopped the rounds. So, the bear door was bullet resistant? Maybe for those armed bears? They do make guns just for bears. I grabbed my rifle and went out the back. Using a ladder, I climbed up to the roof and found my targets. The assholes were in black suits and oxford shoes. As they shot at the door meant to stop a bear I took aim and fired. Four shots later and the gunmen were down. In the distance, I could see more on the way.
Inside the cabin the mood was grim. This jack guy was fucked up. He was shot several times. One or more of the rounds made it through his vest. I had to tell him that more were on the way. I explained how the trail was visible from the side of the cabin. A person coming to the cabin from that trail is open to attack for much of the final leg. There was a janky wooden bridge that could be a bottle neck. He had us help him outside to a good firing position, then he said we should go and find help. We left him there and went out the back. It felt wrong on so many levels but I had to protect Christina.
These are short stories I wrote. Some are connected to the larger books I am working on others are just for the fun of story telling.
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