A JAG-Sims3 Story
Author: Haruo Chikamori
Rating: M
Classification: Angst, Romance.
Spoilers: N/A
Summary: Continuity of Government (COG) – a stark term for starting over after a holocaust the likes of which is hoped will never ever happen. This is a what-could-happen if the button was ever pressed.
DISCLAIMER: The characters Harm Rabb, Jr., Sarah "Mac" Mackenzie, Meg Austin, AJ Chegwidden, et al. belong (in concept if not name) to CBS/Bellisarius. Animal and all OC characters are the property of Heather and Hugo Chikamori. No profit is being made from this story, nor is any infringement intended.
------------------------------------------------Chapter Two - Surviving Nightmare City
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Nightmare City; has quite the ring to it, doesn't it? And it was a veritable nightmare to us. Even during the day time, you had the smoke and fog drifting over the ground. You expected monsters to jump out of every abandoned building to accost us. It wasn't the place to be in, but we were stuck here for the foreseeable future. At Matt's urging so that we would have the opportunity to get out of here. We needed to stockpile our resources. Our goal was to get 500 trout and 1000 apples so that we could have enough to travel out of this area; in other words, get the hell out of town.
Matt doesn't know just how much of a relief, he is. If I were going it alone, I don't know if I'd have been able to do it. Just the thought of being alone in this place... This place isn't fit for human habitation. And the way that the wind whistles through the abandoned buildings provides an eerie counterpoint that makes it hard to relax, if there is such a way to relax in this place. But just the mere presence of Matt allows me to know that there is another body here; someone who is friendly and cares that I push through whatever melancholy, I'm feeling. In the short time that he's been here, he's become my rock - the one that I bounce ideas off. I don't know if he feels the same way; men are hard to read. He's like his dad. VADM Rabb was stoic, just like my dad was and it makes Matt hard to read emotionally. Men tend to not show their feelings, but I'm sure that he feels that being together in this situation is a lot better than trying to go it alone.
We were still lucky that someone had set up a hydro-electric generator just out of town. It meant that we had some electricity...that meant that we could cook and have light. But the frustrating part of it was that there was no entertainment. Our phones were practically useless though we still had the reflexive action of pulling it out and looking at it as if there was really something coming through. I guess it's just a faint bit of hope that other survivors had managed to set up something better than what we have here in Nightmare City.
It appeared as though we were planted here for the duration until we had enough supplies to get out of here and that meant securing our place. Deer might be all well and good, but if deer could get through; it meant others with ill-intent could get through and that's what we didn't want. One of the first things that we would need to do is to get rid of that broken down fence and scavenge enough metal fencing that we could make a secure area for us that we didn't have to worry about anyone trying to get through, but we had to have a secure way of making sure that we had enough to eat too and that was going to be a lot of work right off the bat. Matt of course was up to it and we discussed it through. He knew already that we were in no position to get out of here just yet. As much as we wanted out of this hell-hole, we were stuck here for an indeterminable amount of time.
"I know, we're going to have to prep, Tania...I've got an idea about where we can scrounge up the necessary materials... for the fence." I was hopeful that Matt had everything in hand. Because I was going to have to work at getting enough trees to grow to give us a better bumper-crop of apples. We were going to have enough to eat on our long journey to somewhere habitable and that wasn't going to be a walk-in-the-park.
To get 1000 apples, we weren't going to reach it by only having two trees. We had to have an orchard.
...and catching 500 trout was going to be a major pain in the posterior end too. So I guess it was time to get cracking. We had a goal; several actually and we needed to get on it. As the sun went down; the shadows grew longer and the sky turned rosy. Of course; it was pretty but the downside to that was still the amount of smoke and aerosols in the air was what caused the sunsets to be so pretty and that didn't bode well for the long-term.
We fished until the sun went down...and then we decided that it was time to break out the firepit and roast our catch. We were accumulating our trout catch so we opted to eat our minnows and goldfish (most pet owners would be horrified, but we didn't have the luxury of keeping exotic pets)
The firepit gave off a friendly warm glow that also warned predators off; not to mention the fact that we were carrying...and that meant that anyone with ill-intent would end up being faced with a hail of lead.
...and it was soon time for bed.
Hopefully a good night's rest would help in making sure that we were alert.
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