The Chief’s Daughter Chapter 4 Copyright © 2016 Jax_Teller


By Jax_Teller


Previously in Chapter 3

As I began to drift off to sleep I wondered what the next day would bring. I was happy this day ended with no problems, happy my girls were drifting off to sleep at my side. Still I could not shake the feeling that something was wrong some where in the world that would come to our little spot of heaven. But for now life was as good as it gets.

Chapter 4

Seven years ago I made a commitment to get off the grid and to live happy, no more rat race. I connected with Mike an old friend who was growing community along those lines. He had just purchased an old trailer park that had been sitting empty for years. Apparently the location was to far out for most people and the power to that area had not been restored after a main line had been severed in storms and flooding that came through. The old park was perfect for what he envisioned secluded affordable, with no neighbors to annoy or or be annoyed by. Mike was a combat veteran who just wanted to live in peace with his friends.


We reconnected just as he was purchasing the old trailer park. I purchased the lot I wanted from him and began work on my place in the sun. The septic systems were mostly collapsed so I bought a backhoe and went to work. The first month I spent getting all the septic systems dug up. I knew it would take a few months to get them refitted and would need to be backfilled. I finely got to mine, digging it out I thought to build a storm shelter under where I was going to put my mobile home. I built a storm shelter with one foot thick steel reinforced cement walls, a ventilation system, and a lot of redundancy of systems. I even put in an earth generator electrical system back up. I put two ways to get in, one a steel bulk head that I re-enforced outside, another to the inside of the mobile home.


Over the years I had disappeared for days at a time and no one could find me or the bunker. I had the security feed from upstairs, but no one realized I was just below their feet by twenty feet. Mike knew it was there and to my knowledge never told any one. I had solar, wind and generator that runs on gasoline, propane, and wood gas. Some of the other folks who moved in over the years had similar setups minus the bunker. Mike and I had private discussions about surviving Armageddon over the years but he had always maintained that he would be on his roof with a beer when the end of civilization came. We each had our own places and goals, to each their own.


The next morning I woke with my girls Janis and Clair as most days, but I still couldn’t shake the impending feeling of doom. As we got moving and started our day, I got a call from Willy. I thought he would be wanting to set up another date, but he was half yelling half crying, about the attack. This morning I had opted not turn the TV on but as it turns out I should have. I saw the same video from channel to channel as I got to BBC, but as the channel locked in I could see missiles flying. The commentator was reporting the missiles from China and North Korea were launched simultaneously at the USA. The next video was our missiles being launched at them, that was when the TV channels went dead, not one working. I barked at the girls who were standing near me watching, to get their essentials and go to the hallway. They looked puzzled but did as I said.


I grabbed a few things and opened the hatch in the hallway to the bunker. The girls came from the bathroom with all the supplies they could hold. I told them to head down which they did immediately as I grabbed the last of the armory supplies and lowered them into the hatch.