Chapter 1- Not a Drive-by.
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“The country is only three days from total collapse. Stores only have three days worth of food and supplies on their shelves. Most water-treatment-plants only have three days of chemicals in storage 90% of our shipping requires trucking at once during the process. With out a stable structure, life will not be the same.”-EverydayWeSurvive.
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“I’m on a Mexican radio, oh oh–” sings Gabe before being interrupted.
“Can we please have a minute of this trip without any noise?”asks James, who is in the back seat of the van.
“No can do my man. I got to keep the beat alive,”replies Gabe in a sing-like voice.
“I am the driver, and I say we all shut up. We are almost at the campsite and I would love it if we could just relax for once,” says Jacob, who is the driver of the four-wheel drive old Ford van. After that, none of them talk the rest of the way up the hill.
All three of the friends decided to go camping in Oregon to celebrate Jacob’s upcoming first deployment in the Army. Since they have always loved the outdoors since their days in the Boy-Scouts, they have always loved camping and what comes with it.
Since they figured that there are not many forests in Afghanistan, they decided to go camping one more time in their favorite camp-ground. It took many weeks of time scheduling, gathering of funds, and girl-friend begging to finally get their trip going.
They decided to go to Oregon since their part of Northern-California has a small amount of camp-grounds. Sure, the gas cost adds up, but the camping is both more exciting and cheaper for the most part.
“I can finally stretch my legs,” says Gabe after the van is parked in their empty lot. He proceeds ro start popping his fingers.
If you can not tell, Gabe is . . . weird. His appearance of a nine-teen year old, brown hair, gray eyes, and medium build are normal, but his personality is not average.
“For once, I am going to agree with you,” says James, who is putting on his boots while sitting on the passenger’s seat.
James is your average twenty year old with black-haired white guy with blue eyes and slim build. He is pretty good at computers, but board-games are his passion besides the outdoors.
“Once you guys are done taking your time, I need help unloading,” complains Jacob. He is in the process of getting the gear out of the van.
Jacob is your classic country-boy. He has always lived on a farm so he has skills that most people have forgotten. He is a twenty-year old with a slight heavy-build, green-eyes, and brown hair.
“Fine, fine, you lazy ass. We were just about to come over,” replies Gabe as he walks towards Jacob.
“I think we should reach our site by noon,” says James. He has his boots on and is moving towards the others.
“I was thinking around the same,” replies Jacob as he puts on his military-style backpack. It is filled completely with camping and survival gear. The rest of the boys have similar gear and bags, but they are civilian-style instead of military.
Their gear is a match-up of both civilian and military-surplus gear. Their kits have anything from a sleeping bag, to a water-filter. Some of it is untested, but most of it has been on at leased six trips. The newer stuff is a set of flashlights and a reusable-snap-light. The boys have been anxious to try these out ever since they bought them.
With that, they start their hike up the mountain. It takes them two hours of hard work and brutal-trailblazing to reach their camp-site. The site has a nice view of the valley bellow as well as plenty of trees to take cover with. It even has a small stream near it. In all. It’s a decent campsite.
“Man, what a view,” whispers James in wonder. As you can tell, James has a taste for the art that nature provides.
“Stop looking at trees and help us out,” says Jacob who is in the process of building their group tent. Gabe is getting the metal piping set up while Jacob is handling the fabric..
“Fine. You guys obviously can not appreciate fine art,” says James with a sigh. James wants to go to college to learn more about his passion, but he is almost afraid to tell his friends.
“We enjoy the outdoors man, but your obsessed,” jokes Gabe. If he knew what was around the corner for them, he would not joking.
“Yea, what ever,” grumbles James who proceeds to help out with the tent.
After fooling around and eating until around eleven-o-clock. Sense the tent is a three room tent, they each got their own room to sleep in. The cold mountain air batters the tent, but the boys are snug in their mummy-style sleeping-bags. It rained for a little while, but it was only a light-shower.
At around six-o-clock, Jacob wakes up. He creeps out of the tent so that he does not wake his companions. He goes to his nearby backpack and gets out his coffee kit. He is proud of his home-made kit that he made back in his scouting days. It has not failed him yet and he is glad of that.
Jackob has no clue what a simple mug of coffee will bring to him and his friends.
The backpack is completely dry because Jacob placed the bag under a nearby oak-tree. This prevented any rain from reaching the pack. His friends had similar ideas which included a tarp and a bevy-bag.
The smell of coffee being boiled under a portable wood burning stove wakes up James and Gabe from their deep sleep. They both rub their eyes as they leave the tent. They walk towards Jacob who is drinking from a camping-mug.
“Man, hand me a mug,” says Gabe. Both He and James reach Jacob, who hands out mugs to both of them. They drink the warm liquid while mentally waking up. They are differently not morning people.
‘Hay, what is that noise?” asks Gabe who is looking into the air. The others stop to listen, but don’t hear anything.
“What did you smoke last night?” laughs James. Gabe has been known for trying out the occasional drug.
“No man, I swear. I heard something just then,” replies Gabe. It is then that the sound of a powerful engine roars through the area. The next thing they know, a huge flaming commercial plane flies over them and it is heading right towards a valley.
“Holy Crap!” yells James. Not a minute later, the sound of a massive explosion echos through the entire mountain range. The boys look at each other with shocked expressions.
Jacob is the first to act. He grabs his bag and starts to head to the where he thinks the plane crashed. The other boys follow suit and they head out.
They start jogging up a nearby trail as the faint trail of smoke starts to appear from the source of the explosion. All three of them are afraid of what they would find.