The EMP Lodge Series: Books One to Three

by Grace Hamilton

  Kissing her daughter good night, Megan headed to the bedroom she shared with Wyatt. Crawling into bed, she nestled against Wyatt as he pulled her in close.

  “You sure you don't want me to go with you guys tomorrow? I can hang back. You won't even know I'm there,” Wyatt asked in the dark.

  Megan sighed, “I would actually like you to go, but I think I need to spend some time with her.”

  He was silent for a while before answering, “She’s been doing well with everything that’s happened but there is a lot to adjust to. She is sharing her mom, inherited a brother, and a pretty big family all at once. Then, of course, all the other crap she’s had to deal with at the hands of that terrorist who poisoned her.”

  The thought of what her life would have been like had Kyle Grice actually killed Caitlin six months back still gave Megan nightmares. They had managed to live through the EMP and the aftermath only to be nearly killed by a fanatic intent on becoming some new world leader. If it hadn't been for Wyatt and his family, they would have been killed.

  “She adores Ryland and I haven’t figured out if it’s part crush or mostly that he’s the big brother, she never knew she wanted.”

  “Maybe a bit of both.”

  “There must be something wrong with me because, sometimes I miss the days when it was only the two of us. Don’t get me wrong. I love it here. We both do but there are times where it all seems so overwhelming.”

  “You forget, I lived alone,” Wyatt offered, squeezing her in a hug. “It can be overwhelming for me too because unless we’re out hunting or scavenging, it doesn’t seem like we’re ever alone around here.”

  “Thank you for understanding.” Megan kissed him before rolling over and closing her eyes.

  3

  Megan heard the annoying sound of her alarm clock and thought about smashing it against the floor. Why did they think it was a good idea to bring those horrible, vintage style, clocks home? Between the overly loud ticking and that hammer on the two bells…no, a hammer would be a better choice.

  Wyatt poked her in the side, “Better get up. She'll never forgive you.”

  She groaned, “Ugh, I want to stay right here.”

  She had grown accustomed to waking up next to Wyatt's big, warm body every morning. She couldn't wait until winter when they could sleep in and cuddle under the warm blankets. It seemed like they never got enough time to lie in bed doing nothing.

  Wyatt was always up early, which got Megan up long before she wanted to. The days were getting shorter and Megan was secretly very thankful for that. The time in their room together was something she relished. She loved having him all to herself. She didn't have to be Caitlin's mom and he didn't have to be the leader of their group. It was just the two of them. They could let down their guards and simply be.

  “Mom,” Caitlin whispered through the door.

  Megan knew there was no going back to sleep. She was surprised Caitlin was up. Usually she had to drag her out of bed. Clearly, the girl was excited to go hunting with her own gun.

  “I'm coming, Cait. Give me a minute.”

  Wyatt rolled back to the other side, “Have fun. I'll be here all warm and toasty.”

  Megan stood, grabbed her pillow, and threw it at him.

  Dressing quickly in her cargo pants with multiple pockets and a long-sleeved, green, thermal shirt, she pulled a brush through her hair before sweeping it up into a ponytail. They had scored an entire wardrobe for everyone when they happened upon a warehouse. She would never forget that day.

  She and Wyatt had gone on an extended scouting excursion. They happened upon an industrial part of the city of Spokane. There were warehouses that looked uninviting and unappealing but they went in anyway. She wasn't sure which stores the warehouses supplied but they were all very well-dressed now.

  The warm boot socks felt good on her feet. It was the one thing they didn't skimp on. They didn't completely wipe out the warehouse, not wanting to horde it all, but they did grab more than one hundred pairs of socks in various weights and sizes. Their feet had to be taken care of. It was the one rule Wyatt enforced. They did far too much walking to let their feet be ignored.

  Megan leaned over and gave Wyatt another kiss before heading out to join her daughter whom she found sitting on one of the bar stools, swinging her legs back and forth impatiently.

  “Finally! Mom, you said we had to go early.”

  Megan laughed, “It is early. We can't see when it is this dark anyway. Do you want some oatmeal or something before we go?”

  Caitlin rolled her eyes, “I'm not hungry. I'm ready to go, now.”

  Megan looked wistfully at the coffee pot. She wasn't going to get a cup this morning. Hopefully, Caitlin would grow tired and they would be back home by nine or ten.

  “Okay, got your boots on?”

  Waving her feet in front of the stool, “Yep, see?” Caitlin then jumped off the chair, “I'll grab my coat and gun.”

  Megan had been working with Caitlin all summer. She knew gun safety and was comfortable holding a gun and even firing one. She had been out with the others when they were hunting for birds and she’d become quite deft at setting both snare traps and with some difficulty, deadfall traps, but this would be her first time hunting for larger game. With the fall rut season about to happen, she was ready.

  They bundled up and put on the fanny packs they had packed the night before. The fanny packs were great for keeping things like their flashlights, knives, and whistle at hand. Each of the packs had twelve pockets, which allowed them to keep their gear organized and easy to find.

  A small pouch on the side held their plastic water bottles. Metal canteens were a huge no no in the hunting world. The water jostling against the metal sides was too loud and would alert the game they were hunting to their presence.

  Megan planned to stick close to the cabin so she’d opted to leave her heavy pack behind since they had the basic survival gear in their fanny packs. Megan knew it wasn't the safest idea but she didn't plan to leave the property. The fifty acres Wyatt's family owned meant they rarely had to venture into other territories.

  “Okay, you ready?” Megan asked already knowing the answer. Caitlin was getting frustrated with Megan checking and rechecking gear.

  “Yes, mom. Can we go now?”

  “I'm good. Let's go!”

  They left out the back door. Today's goal was more about teaching Caitlin some of the basic skills needed to hunt successfully. She doubted they would find any game; much less do any actual hunting or shooting.

  If they came across a flock of turkeys, that would be a good test of Caitlin's new rifle. Ryland had been out several times in the past couple months and had managed to harvest four turkeys on his own plus what the guys were able to kill. They had been eating turkey regularly for the past three months or so and while it was nice to have fresh meat, it was getting a little boring.

  The wild turkeys were prolific in the area, which meant they had a reliable source of food and they were careful not to over hunt the population. Although they were a little tired of turkey soup, turkey pie or turkey-anything, it was food. They’d discussed possibly raising turkeys for both eggs and meat but they’d yet been able to spare the materials needed to build the coop much less produce the crops needed to feed them.

  As they walked towards the north mountain ridge, Megan kept her eyes open for any signs of Big Horned Sheep. She suspected they would be in the area, but she had yet to see one but both deer and moose would likely be seen in the area within the next month or so. Megan loved to watch the magnificent creatures and she knew that bringing down a bull moose could possibly feed everyone for up to a year if they only had the means to store it. There would be only so much jerky they could handle.

  Megan thought back to when she had decided to run away and leave Wyatt. Although it was a mistake to leave, she was glad she had. They would have never known Kyle was on his way to ambush them if she hadn't gotten cold feet and bolted. This was the f
irst time she had been back to the area where they had first heard Kyle's evil plan.

  At the cabin, they had been working on how to lure in deer using antlers they had picked up. They didn't have the luxury of going to the outdoor store to buy an actual deer call. So they had to do it the old-fashioned way. Caitlin was pretty good at making the tell-tale grunting sound that mimicked a buck and they practiced as they walked.

  It had been entertaining teaching the men how to grunt like a buck on the trail of a doe. There had been more laughter than actual grunting but they eventually got it worked out. Megan explained how important timing was. They were trying to imitate the sounds of two bucks fighting over a doe. There had to be grunting and then about twenty seconds of antler rattling.

  When the full rut season was in swing, usually in early winter, the rattling would be more intense. An occasional snort followed by two loud exhales of breath was meant to sound like two bucks in a serious brawl. The sound would draw in another buck who was hoping to get in on the action.

  Megan had stressed the importance of making the right sounds. There were plenty of black bears in the area. The bears would come running if the calls happened to sound like a wounded animal. While a bear would definitely provide a lot of meat, much like moose, Megan didn't like the risks. Wyatt and Jack were mulling over the idea but for now, they were going to stick with deer.

  Caitlin had heard wolves one night and had been perfecting her wolf calls as well. The entire group marveled at how good she was mimicking the various animal sounds. She was a natural.

  “You ready to try calling?” Megan asked, knowing Caitlin was dying to put her grunting sounds to the test.

  “Yep.”

  They found some trees to hide in, in case they did actually manage to call in a buck. Megan reminded Caitlin how to hold her gun, with her finger on the stock and not on the trigger. If a buck came into sight, she needed to be ready to take the shot.

  The shot had to be perfect. Caitlin knew to aim behind the elbow. Hitting the deer in the belly or backside would destroy the meat. It was a small target, but Caitlin had been practicing over the summer and had become quite proficient. Megan knew that a .22 LR wasn’t the best choice for hunting especially if Caitlin missed the killshot but truth be told, she was really hoping that they wouldn’t find anything today. As much as she knew her daughter needed to grow up far more rapidly than she would like, she wasn’t quite ready for her baby girl to kill a deer.

  Caitlin stayed alert and did an excellent job of not talking. She scanned the tree line and listened for any sign that a buck was coming into the area. After about an hour of calling and waiting and calling again, Caitlin grew bored.

  “I'm hungry,” she pouted.

  Megan sighed, “So am I. We should have eaten before we left.”

  She checked her watch. It was almost nine, which meant they had already been out for three hours. Caitlin lasted longer than she thought she would have.

  Dark clouds were rolling in. Megan wanted to get back to the lodge before the storm hit but they were so close to the mountain ridge, she wanted to peek first.

  “Let's go see if we can find any deer trails that way,” she pointed toward the ridge.

  As they were walking, the first raindrops started to fall.

  “That was fast,” Megan grumbled. She thought they had more time.

  “Mom, we better go back. We can look tomorrow.”

  They were so close. Megan could see the clearing indicating they were close to the cliff’s edge. She had never been to this area before and wanted to see if there was a stream or meadow that would attract the deer.

  “Look,” Megan said with excitement, calling Caitlin over.

  Down below, there was a meadow. Megan looked around to see if there was a way to climb down the hill. She just knew that would be an excellent place to hunt.

  The rain started to fall harder and the wind picked up.

  “Mom, let's go.”

  The fear in Caitlin’s voice brought Megan back to the situation at hand. She had gotten so excited about the meadow she had ignored the weather. She should have paid more attention to the weather signs as both Wyatt and Chase had been instructing her.

  “Okay, okay. We are going to come back up here tomorrow, though. We'll bring Wyatt and find a way down.”

  Megan pulled her hood over her head and made sure Caitlin's was up as well.

  “Wow, this storm came out of nowhere, huh?” she said to her daughter hoping to lighten the mood a bit.

  The wind was gusting strong enough that it made it difficult for them to move forward.

  “Let's get back into the trees,” Megan had to shout to be heard over the howling wind. The rain was slamming into the ground, making a loud drumming sound.

  Caitlin nodded and struggled to move against the wind and into the trees. Just as they reached the shelter of the trees, they heard a horrible cracking noise. Megan looked up in time to see a large tree branch falling through the thick trees.

  “Caitlin!” she screamed grabbing her daughter and pulling her back out of the trees.

  More cracking and a loud boom. Megan knew a tree had just fallen. The trees were no safer than the exposed ledge. They would need to push through to get down the mountain. She was counting on the wind not being quite as strong farther down.

  The rain was coming down in sheets now, making it impossible for them to see anything. Megan grabbed Caitlin, doing what she could to shelter her with her own body.

  “Just hang tight, baby! It will be over soon!” Megan didn't know if her daughter heard her. She could barely hear herself.

  The wind blew the rain sideways; soaking them both and making the ground quickly turn to mud. Megan knew the walk back to the lodge would be difficult. She hoped they could manage without twisting an ankle. She silently prayed for Wyatt to come and save the day.

  As she stood there with her arms wrapped around her daughter, pushing her head into her belly, she couldn't help but get angry with herself. She should have been paying attention to the weather. She knew it could change within minutes. She should have known better. Wyatt had drilled into her the cardinal rules of survival. Being aware of your environment was at the top of the list.

  The rain began to subside a little.

  “Let's go, Cait,” she said untangling her daughter's arms from around her waist. “The rain is slowing down; we can make it back now.”

  They started walking along the ledge, with Megan walking on the outside. The wind was still gusting and she didn't want to risk a strong gust blowing her daughter over the edge.

  Just when she thought the rain had stopped, it picked up with a force she wasn't prepared for; blinding her. Puddles formed all over the ground. It was so loud she couldn't hear anything but the rain beating the earth and then, suddenly she was sliding.

  Megan screamed as the ground beneath her disappeared and she landed on her back. She reached up to grab Caitlin but her daughter wasn't there. She heard a faint scream and saw a blur of pink whip by her.

  Caitlin was sliding down the face of the ridge with Megan right behind her. Megan's descent down was brutal. Her right leg had been bent behind her and her left leg seemed to be smashing into every rock on the way down. She desperately grabbed at the ground, hoping to slow her fall. She could feel her fingernails breaking as she clawed at the rocks.

  Her body rolled and her forehead smacked into a jagged rock. She could feel the rock slice into her skin and prayed it was only a shallow cut. Worried that she might break her leg, or worse, she managed to pull both her knees toward her chest but hadn’t quite succeeded when she made contact with a large boulder. The landing sucked the wind out of her as she took gasping breaths.

  At least she was no longer sliding down the hill, she thought vaguely as she tried to take inventory of her body without moving. Megan opened her eyes and tried to focus. Blood was pouring down her nose and into her eyes. She used the back of her hand to wipe the blood away but it did
little to help her see. She was definitely at the bottom of the ravine.

  Using her elbows to prop herself up, she looked around the area yelling for Caitlin. Nothing. The rain had come to a sudden stop as if a faucet had been turned off and the wind wasn't nearly as bad at the bottom, which made her thankful.

  “Caitlin!” she yelled again.

  Her head was spinning from what she was sure was a concussion and her left foot was swelling. She tried to move her injured leg. A powerful, shooting pain tore through her body. Rolling to her side, Megan vomited before collapsing back down. The world was spinning. Taking a few deep breaths, she waited for the pain to subside.

  She called for Caitlin again and waited. Nothing. Deafening silence.

  Megan had to find her daughter. She took another deep breath and shifted slowly into a sitting position. The pain in her leg radiated from her toes to her hip. She had no idea where the actual injury was. Maybe it was just a badly sprained ankle. She'd torn ligaments before and knew the pain could be excruciating. In fact, the doctor told her a torn ligament could be more painful than a broken bone.

  Please don't be broken.

  She moved her right leg and was relieved to feel no intense pain so she could still support the majority of her weight on that leg. Megan slowly tried to stand but even moving the injured leg was brutally painful.

  You're not walking out of here, Megan.

  She sat on the ground and screamed as loud as she could putting all her anguish into her cry. She couldn't believe she had been so foolish. Now her daughter was out there somewhere, possibly injured or unconscious. There was no way she was going to sit here with Caitlin out there all alone.

  Megan took a deep breath and rolled onto her stomach. The move jarred her foot and sent shooting pains throughout her entire body. She gave herself a few seconds to breathe through the pain before pulling her body across the rocky ground.

  She needed to look around the bottom before she made her way back up that rocky incline. She had no idea how she was going to do that, but she had to. Megan pulled herself at a slightly upward angle that would give her a better vantage point to see the area.