Dave's Zombie Proof Bunker and Refuge for Unattached Wimmens

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Dave has a shoe locker ... I have a boot locker ;-)
Check out all the Ariats I brought back. Should be something your size that is cute. cleaned out the Ladies section for y'all and the men's for Dave and I (ladies are never big enough for my clod hoppers)
 
*knocks on the door, opens it quick and tosses in a bundle of knitting needles, thick wool yarn and a cute hat pattern*

I found knitting to be way easier than crochet.

*closes the door and runs like hell*

Haha!!!

Not a bad idea. Even I know how to knit. Anybody need a really badly made scarf?

Dammit.. missed dinner. Seeks out the kitchen in search of Vegemite and toast

There's Vegemite galore...by the way, I was wondering, that stuff doesn't go bad, right? It seems like it would last forever.

DappleDoxie said:
nonsense!! when i cook, i cook for a crowd!! lots of left overs! help yourself

That's someone used to living on a ranch or farm right there! Abundant food and everyone always gets fed!


DappleDoxie said:
Dave ... do we have a young pig or two?? cannot run out of bacon or pork chops!! need a smoke house, if we don't have one

We've got lots of pigs...and lots of bacon. You'll find several hams hanging out there in the little smokehouse near that big pile of oak wood.

DappleDoxie said:
i am off to the barn to muck out maybe saddle the mare and see if she remembers her dressage

I may come watch; that is always interesting to me. I only know western, never rode English. A lady tried to teach me once, but it didn't take.

I don't have any riding boots, but these shit-kickers have served me quite well over the years. And if there's one thing I am good at it's kicking shit around...:D

Steel toes? For riding? Maybe for working around Clydesdale and Belgian horses--big draft horses that crush everything they step on, but you won't be able to get a steel toe into the stirrup.

Dave has a shoe locker ... I have a boot locker ;-)
Check out all the Ariats I brought back. )

LOL, I wear Ariats every day. There's three pair alone in my view from where I sit. My Justin's are all put away.
 
I pad out of my room rubbing my eyes with the back of one hand, trailing a funny looking little crocheted doll. Round little limbs and a long tail, with a mop of bright purple hair on her head and tail. I gutted a pillow to get her stuffing, but she turned out just how I wanted.

"Sorry about all the swearing. I hate having to pull stitches out, and I'd forgotten how to make three-dimensional shapes." :eek:

"Did someone say something about bacon, or did I dream it?"
 
"Did someone say something about bacon, or did I dream it?"

I say bacon as often as I think about it. Bacon.


Can't really bacon help it. It's probably a nervous bacon tick. Doctors looked at it, bacon, and couldn't figure out how to help me. So I just bacon live with it.
 
Morning, Dave & all the lovely wimmens in the bunker.

Would you like some homemade hot chocolate with your bacon?
 
nonsense!! when i cook, i cook for a crowd!! lots of left overs! help yourself

Opened the fridge and pantry. :D
I may love Vegemite but me not silly to pass up pork roast, some deluxe mashed 'taters with gravy, green beans with bacon and onion, stuffing, garlic spinach!
I couldn't make it to dessert... was as full as a goog!
There's Vegemite galore...by the way, I was wondering, that stuff doesn't go bad, right? It seems like it would last forever.

Err I wouldn't know Dave. I used to always run out. Never got a chance to go bad.
 
Steel toes? For riding? Maybe for working around Clydesdale and Belgian horses--big draft horses that crush everything they step on, but you won't be able to get a steel toe into the stirrup.

Silly Dave! I wasn't going to wear my steel toes for riding, I was going to help DD clean up out there..

Nope, when I get mounted up I like to ride bareback, and as long as I can climb up there, I see no need for special shoes....:p

*Dave blinks*

Glad to see Little1 and Perky and hugs to VVV.
 
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On top of the bunker, I'm helping Whip sight in a new rifle I've brought her.

She lies prone, the long barrel out in front of her as she watches a very rotted walker stumbling through the stubble of our harvested corn.

She takes a deep breath, lets it out halfway, squeezes the trigger, and "BOOM!"

Through the binoculars, I see where the round hit the dirt.

"Low, left. Adjust one click."

She turns a knob and lines up for another shot. The zombie is looking for where the sound came from, trying to zero in on his next feast. It's what's left of a young man, tattoos up and down his arms.

She bends her head back down to place her eye behind the scope. She's a wonder to watch. Beautiful but pretends like she doesn't know, graceful in her movements without trying to be, efficient at what she does from long practice, and all woman. I barely remember to look up from her prone form in time to put the binoculars to my face and see the next shot.

The second round goes down range and a small reddish black spot appears in the zombie's neck, a wound that would kill a human being, but a mere annoyance to the dead, if they were able to be annoyed.

"Hold just a tad higher, Love," I say after she expresses her disappointment in not hitting the head.

A third shot flies and the head of the walker explodes in a shower of gore and spatter. Down goes the remainder of the body and she turns to another, an old woman wearing a lilac skirt and matching sweater. She is near the livestock pens but paying no attention to the goats which have moved to the opposite side of their pen.

Whip looks and listens as I read off the distance from the chart she's made for long range shooting. The flag over the bunker (For long time readers, you'll have to go way back to see what that looks like.) is still, but the trees near the female zombie are waving a little. She does some calculations, lines up for the shot, adjusts her scope, and takes careful aim.

The round fires and a second later, the zombie is down.

"Hell of a shot. Very nice."

She smiles up at me. It's grisly work, but she's a great shot and watches very well.

"Time for a cocktail. I'm having one. Would you like one? I think we'll be fine having a couple while "on duty" besides, I know the captain of the guard. He'd probably let you slide."

I hold up a big clear bottle and a bucket of ice. "Vodka on the rocks...?"
 
Settled in the now-mine Passier, I ease The Mare from casual walk, trot, canter into the familiar paces and patterns of the Training level tests she cut her teeth on. She remembers and begins to carry herself, no longer heavy on the fore, she begins to lighten and dance. Lost in the reverie of time ... the first shot rings out and startles us back to reality. The Mare halts, listening ... Mandy springs from her nap under the tree on alert ... I pat the pistol in my belt.
Another shot ... trot over to the round pen and toss The Mare in. A third rings out, the Marlin in hand now and Mandy on my heels, we begin to make our way to the source ... as a fourth shot sounds, we break into a trot. Something must be wrong.
Just then we spot Whip and Dave on top of the Bunker ... both with a cold Bevvie, admiring a fine looking rifle.
Dave?? Everything okay?? Whip gets a Rifle and a Drink, and I get the tar skeered out of me?? you got 'splaining to do!!
Head back for the barn ... RA has done a wonderful job pouring feed to the pigs and goats, setting buckets out for the horses. Nice to have her company today ... even if I do cringe at her riding barefoot and bareback ... need to check on sutures and tetanus shots and antibiotics ... RA is grand company and a hoot to watch on that Paint pony as they tear from here to there at full speed.
WatchEm, Mandy!! Sets her to guard the barn ... even if she'd rather sleep at my feet. I set kibble out for her and head for my dorm room to feed DiNo, the Dynamic Doxie
Showered and changed to an purple silk shift, I go hunting for Dave ....
 
After DD and I get everything slopped and cleaned and groomed, she gives me a boost up and onto the paint. She's not a very big pony and I'm not really sure I need to be riding her.

She's beautiful, though. I lean down and onto her neck and shoulders and give her a good rub.

"Shh, girl.. I've done this before," I whisper so the animal knows I'm not afraid. "Take me wherever you want to go, darlin', but let's not forget who's riding who, ok?"

Shaking her head and twitching her ears slightly, I run my hand through her mane to soothe her. I dig my knees in on her shoulders and with a quick clicking of my tongue we're off.

She starts out slowly at first, but as her confidence in me increases she speeds up. The ride is a little choppy as is the case with most ponies given their small size and shorter legs, but soon we're covering ground at a nice canter. I manage to sit up slightly and enjoy the wind blowing by us and through my hair. It's both invigorating and freeing...and I don't want the ride to end. When we get to the end of the path, I turn my four-legged friend around and look up to see DD watching from a distance and shaking her head as I wave at her.

I kick my heels in and bring us back up the trail to the stalls. After brushing off the dust and setting in some hay and water, I leave the pony in her stall for the evening.

"Thank you, " I say to her as I rub her nose. She just chews her hay and looks at me, but I know she had fun today, too.

"That's alright," I whisper, "I won't tell anyone."

I head back into the bunker for a shower and maybe a drink before dinner.
 
Showered and changed to an purple silk shift, I go hunting for Dave ....

So sorry, DD. We couldn't see you out there; you were on the opposite side of the barn and the walkers get shot no matter what. Didn't mean to scare you. If I'd looked around, maybe I'd have known.

How about this....from now on, if anyone is in an outbuilding, we should put up an orange flag so that others know it is occupied. I'll pick some off of construction sites as I scrounge.
 
*Blows kisses to the girls & Dave*

Hmmm, everyone's been busy today. I stocked up on Essie nail polish from Target if anyone wants some.

Dave, found some bunny slippers in the shoe room, thanks.

I hope you all have a sweet evening. I'm off to my quiet place for "required reading".
 
How about this....from now on, if anyone is in an outbuilding, we should put up an orange flag so that others know it is occupied. I'll pick some off of construction sites as I scrounge.

Walkers certainly need shot!
I can live with that, yes. Just don't make me break out ..... "The Comfy Chair!!!!" for you!!! I have a red robe somewhere in my rucksack!

If you can pour a true Tom Collins, that would be tasty! If not ... there has to be a good red in the cellar. Merlot, please.
 
That's a great idea. Bar's open.


Who's having what?

Just a diet cola please, if you don't mind, Dave.

What's plans for this evening, lovelies?

I emerge from the showers, all squeaky clean and smelling all clean and stuff. I wonder where Dave go the shower gel? I have a towel wrapped around my hair, but per house rules, I'm butt naked as I saunter over toward the bar. I look Dave square in the eyes.

"Tequila with lime. No salt.. Just set 'em up and let me throw 'em back, my man."

I look over at Little1 and say, "My plans, my dear, is to get slap-happy drunk. Might as well go ahead and throw some pillows down here on the floor, 'cause I'm gonna stay wherever I fall tonight."

 

I look over at Little1 and say, "My plans, my dear, is to get slap-happy drunk. Might as well go ahead and throw some pillows down here on the floor, 'cause I'm gonna stay wherever I fall tonight."


I smirk and find myself wishing for a camera. Though at least being the resident sober party pooper has the benefits of actually (usually) remembering the events of the evening with a much clearer eye than the rest of the participants.

I pull a chair off to the corner, and pull my newly made doll from my belt, combing her hair with my fingers and arranging it to match my own pigtails, tying them off with extra bits of yarn.

"I think I gave her too much hair, now her head is too heavy." I frown and contemplate ways to fix this without having to start over.

I look around, wondering if I truly look as insane as I fear I do.

I fold my legs up under me, and settle the doll into my lap to watch the rest of the folks in the common area. I wonder what sort of music is on the docket for tonight?
 
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