From Disaster Comes Good by D.A.Sanford - HTML preview

It has begun

The politicians have been at each other. One side is saying the public needs to be protected from the criminals and the other side says that they are the right ones because they are protecting the population from being arrested. That is the crux of the conflict.

Cars are burning, stores are looted. Foreign terrorists are here. I saw all those young adults streaming across the borders for years. The politicians in charge said that there was nothing to see. The borders were secure.

Secure, my ass. I have been building up my supplies and munitions. The last of my stores are now in a big box truck that I have rented today. The rental agreement reason was correct. I am moving, to my hide.

The isolated area that I own once was a mining area. I have reinforced a large mine and converted it into my safe home. It was a profitable mine. The previous owners, before they abandoned it, put thick steel doors on the opening. This truck will fit in with room for ten more. This is my last trip.

I don’t think that the rental company will be looking for it. I rented from a city rental that I now have seen on the news burning to the ground.

My wife and my adult children along with her relatives are already there or on their way.

I wish I knew them. Finding that, when a crisis occurs, the true character emerges. I am confronted ,at the closed gate to my hide, by what were my in laws and my own immediate family. I have been told that I was no longer welcome at my hide. That I was delusional and will be a disruption to the hides tranquility.

This hide was only through my efforts. My planning is the reason that they are safe and fed. I would have never thought that my loving wife would be the one to tell me that I was no longer needed or wanted here.

I just shake my head and get back into my truck. They try to stop me but now I am hurt and mad. I picked up my AK and aimed it at them.

“This is my place, my efforts. I never knew any of you. This truck is mine and I will not hesitate to shoot any of you.” I deliberately aim at my wife as I say “I leave you with one word of advice. Don’t sleep. The person next to you will be the one that will kill you.”

I back out and leave. Very hurt and mad that I was so out of touch with their feelings, their greed. I now realize that I was and still am blind to others hidden feelings.

No more. What they did not realize is that on this load, I have the remotes to the hidden defensive munitions. Out of range, I stop myself from pushing a few buttons. Plan, I tell myself. The other thing that they don’t know is I planned for the need to escape that place. There is another backup place miles from here but on the property that I own.

It is a connecting tunnel to that one. The escape route was through a hidden door in the store room. Behind the munition’s locker is the ore rail tracks. They did not know that I had a light installed to show when the store room’s door is locked. This was so that, if we were in danger and had to retreat, we could raid the stores.

The munitions were placed there for that purpose. Remove the weapons and then you can control the situation. I am the only one that knows of the passage. It is my plan now that I have moved in but drove that truck miles away. I have an e bike to get me around. Quiet is what I need now.

After a few days, I open the door and I do not take the munitions. Well maybe a few, but I do take a noticeable quantity of their food stock. They may not notice it at first but after a few times they will notice. Hopefully they will start blaming each other because they have become complacent. Their cars have been left outside the gates.

I have been observing that various people have been going out in their cars. Most likely to see what has been happening. I was bringing the radios in that last trip so to find out what is happening, they would need to scout.

Noticing that the liquor stock has been liberally depleted tells me that they are having a party. They appear to be going out and raiding liquor stores, not scouting. I may use that to my advantage

They are either arrogant or lax. I have found that they do not post night guards. That makes it easy, since they leave the keys in the older cars. I am able to stash open food items in a few cars. Now, I am taking pleasure in watching the food being discovered and in fighting erupting.

To my dismay, it appears that my wife is the actual boss. She has ordered the first one to be shot. It was her father. That shows me that this is her real side. There were times, when she got mad at me for something that I did or did not do, that this side of her would creep to the forefront.

I now wonder if she ever loved me. Now I am going to double down on my undermining their world. Time for malfunctions.

It would seem strange that someone would put into their survival system the ability to cause malfunctions but I did. There is always the possibility that my safe place is taken over. I need to be able to make life hard for those who took something that was meant for good and what was mine.

They were the ones that made the worst mistake. They let me leave. I used the escape hides controls and now their freezer’s compressor has seized up. All their frozen items are now thawing. Gorge and then starve.

I will say right here that I loved my family. There is a part of me that clings to that old feeling but it is a new world. Once you make it known where your true loyalties lay, trust is either enhanced or destroyed. They destroyed mine.

Time to stop the pumps that are keeping the lower levels from flooding.

While those levels are slowly filling, I distract them by now exploding some of the hidden ground ordinance. I watch as they come out and are firing wildly. I keep on blowing things up and they keep on firing.

Since they were having a party, they did not notice that their ammunition stock was depleted to the point that on the third set of explosions, many found that they were out of ammunition. Quite a few jumped in their cars and tried to flee only to find that none of the cars would start.

That is when the white flag went up.

I have one of those toy bull horns that distort your voice. Using a robotic voice, I tell them that they are to go back into the hide. “You are a danger to this world. You are not to be allowed to leave. Drop all weapons. Once inside my army will weld that door shut.”

Funny thing is that my wife changed into the one that was forced. “I was afraid of these and was held hostage. Please let me go.” She sounded so sincere so I shot a round at her feet.

“Innocent, we watched as you ordered your own father to be shot without any hesitation. You need to be the first in. May the gods have no mercy on your soul.”

They all go in and I drive their cars against the door. What I didn’t tell them is that I have actually welded the door to the stores from the inside.

You may call me cold, far from it. They betrayed my feelings. Possibly back to the moment she said I do. I had made my wealth, every dollar I earned. Hourly jobs, punch the clock jobs and such but I had a fascination with the market ever since my father explained it to me. I made myself a millionaire by my mid-twenties. My parents never again had to worry about anything.

My father in his last days, he thanked the gods for giving me the insight to investing. When he died, I was closing in on my first billion. That is when she approached me. Numbers I could read. She, I was infatuated.

Now, after doubting her intensions, having been told to drag my ass, by her, I feel no remorse when it went on the extension of the intercom.

“My darling. How do you like my delusional and disruption to the hides tranquility? It has been just me all along. I took the food. I caused the equipment failures especially the pumps. Soon, all but the area near the doors will be flooded. Unlivable. I welded the stores door closed. There is a button in the office that will allow you to answer my question. HOW DO YOU LIKE ME NOW, BITCH?”

I hear a desperate woman pleading with me that I have misinterpreted her actions. “I was only acting under duress. The others forced me.”

Cutting her off, “Just how stupid do you think I am? The second money was no longer worth anything, you took the only thing that was valuable, my shelter. Oh by the way, I have cleared out your stores, even though you can’t access it anyways. I have an emergency hide in the next state. It was going to be for my loving immediate family. I have visited it and now will leave you to your fate.”

I hit the button that fries the intercom system. This escape hide is now empty. Everything left is in the truck. I had launched the attack only after I had made a few trips to the other hide. This load, I stop in front of the blocked door. I hear them banging on it.

Each car against the doors, I flatten the tires and, other than the first car, I cut the engine wires. The ones away from the door, I burned. They must have heard me because they were yelling for help. I bang on the door and they go quiet.

All I say to them is “I hope you can swim.” I hear her plead. I drive away. How could I have been so wrong about her feelings.

I am now moved into my now spacious backup hide. It was made for all of those in the original hide to escape danger. I had kept it secret because I did not want to put them in danger by someone else letting it slip that this site existed.

Being the only one here is hard to describe, The echo is almost annoying but it is the only time I hear any noise. The radio is saying that this war is escalating. It is being reported that whole countries have been burned to the point that they will not be inhabitable for decades. The warning has gone out that some of those countries are launching but those have been intercepted, for now.

So far, my area is not affected.

I do have a very large amount of guilt about what I did to the original hide. I need to go back and release them. Without transport, they should not be a threat. I got back and found that they had not been able to break out.

Hooking chains to the cars, I dragged them out of the way. I thought I was ready for everything but I was woefully delusional. When the door was open, I was shocked at the sight. Coming out were only a few people. Barely recognizable but I was able to see one that I knew, my wife.

It had been a month since I closed them in. The ones that came out did not seem to be sane any longer. All ran into the woods and just disappeared, with the exception of my wife. She just screamed at them. Not words, just screams. It appears that they were running from her.

I was hidden but in a spot that I could observe. She went back into the hide. I decide to end this as I should have but was outnumbered. No, that is not right. They were out of ammunition. I was mad at being betrayed.

Time to confront the beast. I walk down to the door but I have my AK loaded and one in the chamber. At the door, I cannot help myself,

“Honey, I’m home.”

Looking around told me how she stayed alive. There are bones all around. A lot of them showed signs of butchering. She comes running up to me and begs forgiveness. Now there were ten that fled. There were thirty in here originally. It does not look like they ate more than ten.

I am suspicious because she is moving around trying to get me to turn my back on the dark. I know what is up. I know who is there. I mow the grass with the AK as she is screaming for me not to, She grabs the hot barrel and burns her hand but I emptied that clip and slammed another in.

Shining my light in, I see eight dead, including my adult children. I was going to be supper. She is over there and crying. I aim my AK at her and fire. Evil must be put down. I close the outside door and push the car back to close it. I had a can of spray paint and wrote on the door “Evil dead inside. Dead cannibals.”

Walking to my truck, there were a few trying to steal it. Having removed the wire from the distributer, I spooked them and, since I was not coming back, I let them run away. Just in case, I opened the back door. No one.

Driving off, I realized that I did not check the roof. A low hanging branch swept the two off. Saw them fall off in my rear view. Don’t want anything to do with those.

It was a very disturbing task I needed to do. For the world but mainly for myself, they needed to be put down. She turned out to be evil incarnate. The drive back was peaceful, troubling in my mind but peaceful.

What will my future be, I don’t know and don’t really care at this moment.