Picking up his vest, Bruce weaved through the bodies on his floor to his closet grabbing his boots. Sliding his feet in them, Bruce didn’t tie them because it hurt too much to bend right now. Reaching over to the new gun rack he and Mike put up last night, Bruce took out little SCAR.
Debbie and Nancy had demanded last night, that all gun racks were to be moved four feet off the floor. Every room, including the bathrooms, had to have at least one. They said by the time the kids could reach four feet, they would know about guns. Bruce, Mike and several others missed movie night and worked on gun racks for two hours. That was why Bruce didn’t feel bad about the tickle torture. He had missed Roger Rabbit.
Leaving to go down stairs, Bruce saw PJ passed out sleeping on the pillows. “Oh no, you don’t PJ. You woke me up. Guess what,” Bruce said picking him up. “You haveta wake up and eat,” Bruce told PJ.
“Bruce, you let that baby sleep,” Debbie yelled from the bathroom.
“No,” Bruce replied like a two year old as he headed out of the room. Then PJ let Bruce know, he didn’t like being woke up. He hollered and whined with a grumpy expression on his face.
“Little PJ doesn’t like being woke up,” Bruce teased PJ, not helping the situation at all. Walking into the kitchen, Bruce grabbed the bottle that was being handed to him. PJ forgave him as soon as the bottle hit his mouth. Millie sat a plate of food down for Bruce and PJ.
“You should be ashamed of yo’self, tickling that poor woman likes that. I almost went to help her,” Millie said over her shoulder.
“I would’ve thrown you down and started tickling ya,” Bruce told her. Taking the bottle out of PJ’s mouth, he started spooning in food.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought you’d do. I’m a little too old in the tooth to be tickled like that,” Millie told him, giggling.
Bruce kept feeding PJ as the victims came down the stairs with the other torturers to the kitchen. The twins walked in holding their stomachs, but smiling. They climbed into their chairs and stood up on them, wrapping their arms around Bruce’s neck hugging him. Doing this, the twins leaned dangerously over the side of their chairs. Bruce almost dropped PJ as he threw his arms out to support them. He slid PJ between his legs and held him with his thighs as he held the twins so they wouldn’t fall.
“We love you Daddy,” they said in unison. PJ didn’t care if they loved Bruce. He tried to reach up and hit them, yelling each time he swung at them. They were interrupting his food, after he got woke up.
“I love you too, girls. Is mama ok?” Bruce asked as he squeezed his legs together trying to make PJ shut up and quit swinging at the girls. That only turned PJ’s wrath on him and PJ started hitting his legs.
“Mama’s ok. She’s getting’ dressed,” Sherry told him as Danny and Buffy walked in, moving very slowly.
“Danny, Buffy, help the girls sit down so they don’t fall. I have a pissed off baby between my legs,” Bruce told them. Buffy ran to get Emily.
“Let ‘em fall, they need to get tough,” Danny said then looked at Bruce’s face. Danny grabbed Sherry, sitting her in her chair. Buffy did the same for Emily. Danny sat down laying her head down on the table as Debbie came down with the last of the others.
“Mom, I am never going to try to save you again,” Danny told Debbie as she sat down.
“How many times have I thrown myself down, trying to save you, when Daddy tickled you?” Debbie asked her.
“I don’t know, but I remember when I used to ask for more. Now, I’m willing to wear those stupid dresses Daddy buys me for Easter every year. Just to make him stop,” Danny admitted.
“Really?” Bruce asked looking up hopefully.
“I’m not talking to you right now Daddy. Unlike Mom, I didn’t have someone help me to the bathroom. I did pee on myself,” Danny told him then turned her head the other way.
His feelings hurt, Bruce looked at Buffy, “Did you like the tickle torture?” Bruce asked.
“I didn’t know you could laugh that long, but I will still try to save you Mama,” Buffy said looking at Debbie, then Bruce smiling.
“Traitor,” Danny said.
“Danny, after Daddy left, you said that was fun,” Buffy said looking at her. “Does your pussy hurt?” Buffy asked with a serious face, causing several people to almost choke on the food they were chewing. Jake just spat his on the table. Unfortunately for Mike, Nancy was drinking coffee and sprayed it on him as she started to laugh.
Everyone was laughing on sore stomachs and the more they tried to stop, the more they laughed. Once they got control over their bodies, they started to breathe again. Debbie looked at Buffy.
“Buffy, don’t say that word. It’s not nice,” Debbie told her, praying Buffy didn’t make her laugh anymore.
“Why not, it’s just another name for a vagina,” Buffy said defiantly.
“It’s not a nice word, especially out of a little girl’s mouth,” Debbie said trying to hold back her laughter, as was everyone else at the table.
“Everyone says it Mama. I even heard you say it,” Buffy told her, getting sassy. Mike, sitting at the other end of the table was holding it in and turning blue. Nancy grabbed his hand trying to give him strength as she rocked back and forth holding her laughter in.
“Buffy, that’s different. I’m grown up,” Debbie replied in a high pitched voice, trying not to laugh. This was important.
“Yesterday, when those blues came out of that building, you were hollering ‘suck my dick’ as you shot them. Then, you would ask them if ‘their pussy hurt’. You don’t even have a dick. Danny said girls can have balls, but she never said we have dicks,” Buffy told Debbie, shaking her head side to side, blonde curly hair bouncing everywhere. Jake fell out of his chair, trying not to laugh out loud, curling up in a ball on the floor.
Grabbing PJ’s bottle, Bruce shoved it in his mouth and started sucking on the nipple to keep from laughing, and he hated goat’s milk. Stephanie, who was sitting beside Buffy, was just staring straight ahead with tears rolling down her face, as she tried to hold it in.
Debbie had to wait a few minutes before answering Buffy. She never took her eyes off of her. Knowing if she looked at someone else, it was over. Debbie took a deep breath before saying, “Buffy, that was the heat of battle. I’m a little forgiving then.”
“You said dick, not penis. So when I’m shooting at people, I can’t ask them if their pussy hurts,” Buffy asked waving her hands in the air. Lynn and Millie hugged each other in the kitchen to keep from falling down. Angela tried to stand up and leave, but fell down on the floor beside Jake. Bruce just kept drinking the bottle with PJ hitting him telling Bruce ‘that was his.’
Debbie started, “Buffy-,” then, stopped as she took a deep breath to keep from laughing. Then Debbie continued, “Buffy, a firefight isn’t the best time for you to be yelling out words.”
“So, I can’t yell at blues to see if their pussy hurts before I bust a cap in their ass?” Buffy stood up asking Debbie. Danny hit the floor trying not to laugh out loud.
“Buffy-,” was all Debbie could manage to get out as her body shook with laughter.
“It’s just words Mama. I should be able to tell those bitches anything I want before I bust a cap in their ass,” Buffy said standing, shaking her head and hips back and forth. Steve was holding Tonya up in her seat to keep her from falling to the floor, but Tonya still collapsed to the floor holding the laughter in.
“Bu-,” Debbie said several octaves to high and stopped. Bruce coughed, making milk come out his nose but he kept the bottle in his mouth, sucking down the last of the milk. Unable to stay in his chair, Alex slid out joining Angela on the floor.
“I can show you in those medical books of Daddy’s and Daddy Mike’s that dick and penis is the same thing, I read about it. Just like coke and soda are the same things,” Buffy told Debbie, putting her hand on her hip, showing her sassy attitude. “So I can’t say soda either. But, I can say vagina and coke, is that it? So when we ar
e attacked I have to yell out ‘Hey blues does your vagina hurt today?’” Conner slid out of his chair under the table.
Debbie was rocking back and forth in her chair afraid to answer. Buffy mistook that for her shaking her head yes.
“So while everyone else yells dick and pussy, I have to yell ‘Hey blue suck my penis! I have erectile dysfunction, come and get it.’ Whatever that is,” Buffy asked cocking her hip with her hand on it and flipping her hair. Mike’s head hit the table and Nancy hit the floor.
Debbie managed, “Not-nice-words,” trying not to laugh with tears rolling down her face.
“What, now I can’t say vagina or penis? That’s not fair. I know what they are, you told me about them. I have a vagina and I can’t even yell it out,” Buffy cried out waving her index finger in the air, now bordering on open rebellion. “I guess I can’t tell you my pussy hurts now,” Buffy said, as she sat back down in her chair, folding her arms on the table and laying her head down. Matt and David hit the floor.
At the other end of the table, Cassandra was sitting in Susan’s lap and Susan was shaking with silent laughter. Cassandra looked at Mike asking, “What’s a pussy?”
The damn broke. Bruce spit out the bottle on the table, laughing. Debbie hit the floor, laughing so hard she looked like she was having a seizure. Those listening in the other rooms hit the floor laughing. Bruce stood up, set PJ on the floor, and dropped down beside him laughing, his head turning purple.
Buffy just continued sitting at the table sullied up, thinking everyone was laughing at her because they could use those words and she couldn’t. Bruce grabbed her leg pulling her to him and she tried to fight him but he pulled her down anyway. Wrapping his arms around her, Bruce hugged her tight as he continued to laugh. Still laughing, Debbie managed to crawl across the floor to Bruce and Buffy. Bruce opened up his arms then he and Debbie hugged Buffy tight. Then she returned their hugs. She didn’t care if she could use those words. Mama and Daddy loved her.
Several hours later, everyone was gathered on the patio for the Sunday meeting. Bruce had to move it back because he wasn’t in the mood to do anything, after all the laughing he had done this morning. Buffy was sitting in Debbie’s lap with PJ.
“Buffy look at me,” Debbie told her. “Don’t say anything right now. I can’t laugh anymore today. You can use those words but only outside the house and not in front of the little kids. They don’t need to say them and you don’t either. But, you’re old enough to make your own choice on the use of your words. You go willingly to fight and are fighting for this family. In a fight, I don’t care what you say as long as you stay safe. Do you understand?” Debbie asked her.
“Yes Mama,” Buffy said smiling at her. “I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings,” Buffy added.
“Thank you baby but you didn’t hurt my feelings. You are one of the princesses and I want the best for you. Now, before the meeting starts, go tell Cassandra not to say those words. Don’t say them to me,” Debbie told her as Buffy was fixing to clarify which words. “I’m not kidding. If I laugh anymore today, I might die.” Buffy looked at Debbie in shock. “Not really die, Buffy. But, I can’t laugh,” Debbie told her. Then, Debbie leaned to Buffy and whispered in her ear, “My balls hurt.”
Buffy understood. Wrapping her arms around Debbie’s neck she hugged her tight, then, she jumped out of Debbie’s lap and ran over to Cassandra, who was in Mike’s lap. Debbie looked up in the sky. She would not be able to stand straight for days. Her abdomen hurt so much from the laughing but she needed that. Looking around at everyone with smiles on their faces Debbie knew they needed it too. Bruce was at the table getting his notes together.
Debbie was glad they had laughed this morning. Last night she had read Bruce’s notes after he went to sleep. It was his predictions and assessments so far and none of them were good. Bruce did not mind her reading his notes but she wished she hadn’t read them and had found out like everyone else at the meeting. She didn’t sleep worth a shit last night after reading them.
Bruce called the meeting to order as Buffy ran back to Debbie, getting in her lap as PJ chewed on his fist. “I’m glad everyone is ok after this morning,” Bruce told everyone.
“Baby, don’t make me laugh anymore. I’m not kidding. If you make me laugh anymore today we are getting a divorce, for at least a week,” Debbie threatened him.
“Ok sugar mama,” Bruce told her.
Then, Bruce started the meeting, “For those new to this, we start on projects we are working on now and those next in line. Then we get up dates on blue activity and action reports of engagements fought during the week. Next we go over supplies and duty assignments. At the end we ask for ideas, complaints and anything we forgot. Now I’m going to turn it over to the project man, Paul.” Bruce finished sitting down as Paul stood up.
“First, I want to say, yesterday everyone did an outstanding job. If the work continues at this pace, we will be done way ahead of schedule. Now, the barracks we are building will hold one hundred and twenty people with two people to a room. Each room will be 10x10 feet with a closet and drawers on each side. Each side will have one plug in, with four outlets. This is to limit power consumption. The solar panels can only produce so much and the batteries can only hold so much. The barracks will have two floors with male and female bathrooms on each floor and a washer area. The first floor will be underground to save heating and cooling. Also, this is so the barracks will not throw a shadow across the solar panels. There will be a dryer but we prefer if you hung you clothes in the hall to dry them. We do this now in the loft and in the house. The community center will be three thousand seven hundred square feet total. The common area will be two thousand five hundred square feet where we’ll eat, have meetings and classes. The kitchen will be large at twelve hundred square feet and run off propane and be able to prepare meals for two thousand at a time. The storage area will be eighty thousand square feet with a fifteen foot ceiling all underground. We’re going to put green houses on top of it,” Paul paused as Bruce raised his hand.
“Yeah, Bruce,” Paul said.
“Paul, I only see a couple of hundred pallets of cement here. The areas you’re talking about are going to take like a thousand pallets. Where are the rest going to come from?” Bruce asked.
“At the warehouse where we got the first ones from,” Paul answered.
“You didn’t get them all?” Bruce asked him.
“Bruce, there was over sixteen hundred pallets of concrete. We don’t have the storage area here for that, keeping them out of the weather. We are going to start pouring the community slab today. I was just going to have the supply teams bring them as we need them,” Paul finished, looking at Bruce wondering what he was getting at.
“Go on, I’ll cover that in my briefing,” Bruce said.
Paul continued on, “With the trucks of lumber that Bruce found yesterday, we have lumber for all the projects with a lot left over. We’ll start the framing up of the fence today. Two pieces of plywood will be screwed together then sat against the fence, with long side on the ground. Then we’ll brace it with 2x4’s and build an eight foot earthen embankment behind it. Even a tank can’t knock it down. Now, with the razor wire all the way around, the fence is twelve foot tall. When we are done, I’m going to take a dozer and dig a slopping ditch away from the fence to increase the height to fifteen feet. The only weak areas will be the gates. With current progress, I’m giving us a completion time: community building complete two weeks, barracks complete three weeks, storage area four weeks and fence two weeks. These times are concurrent, meaning in four weeks all will be done if we keep working like this. Any questions?” Paul asked none were asked so Paul sat down. Next Matt and Jake got up and gave their report on blue activity then sat down.
Bruce looked down at his notes, then, threw his notebook down on the table. He did not want to give the clan the information he had.
“It’s ok baby, tell them,” Debbie told him. Everyone looked at her, then
, back to Bruce.
Taking a deep breath, Bruce started, “It is worse than I thought. The blues are getting smarter. Yesterday at the truck stop, they hit us in a coordinated attack. They had watched us, then, spread out, covering all sides of the kill area. Then, they attacked simultaneously on all fronts, using cover to advance on our position. Stephanie, before you say other predators do the same thing, I know, but there are two hundred million out there. Before yesterday, we were averaging three rounds per kill, by military standards is unbelievable. Yesterday we went to over twenty rounds per kill, which by military standards is still outstanding. Most everyone out there at the truck stop was in my family, which does include Mike and his family because we are one and the same. We practiced a lot before the shit hit the fan. Long range shooting, speed shooting, CQB or close quarter battle, ambush and the list goes on. The adults and our kids have been doing this for years. What I’m getting at, is the rest of you will not be able to shoot that good in a short period of time. We will train you, but this type of precision takes years of practice.
“For arguments sake, let’s say we can teach all of y’all to shot like us in ten days. It still doesn’t matter. In the Shreveport-Bossier metro area, with a seventy percent infection rate, there are over four hundred thousand, just eighty miles away from us. With our current ammo expenditure, it will take over nine million rounds to take that one city. On the radio, they’ve reported mobs of hundreds of thousands to millions moving amass, which they’re calling hordes. We aren’t even going to talk about Dallas, just a hundred and eighty miles away or Houston, Baton Rouge- you live here you know the big metro areas.
“Paul, that’s why I wanted everything here, we cleared the area close to us reducing our risk for a little while. I did not believe they would get that smart, it’s the numbers they’re in. Even if we had the ammo, we don’t have the weapons. M-4’s have to replace barrels at fifteen thousand rounds. After we took supplies from the checkpoint at the damn we had almost a million rounds. We have already used a quarter of that. We used over eighty thousand rounds killing blues sitting on roof tops. With our current usage if everyone shot as well as we do, we can barely take forty two thousand now, in a mass attack.”
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