Dave's Zombie Proof Bunker and Refuge for Unattached Wimmens

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*staggers out of the bunker and towards the motorpool, looking for a ride. Spots a gleaming Harley with the keys in it and hops on, driving shakily out the bunker gate*

"Road chews next to safety. A dreamed sun overlaps on top of every whatsoever rumor. The thief overcomes throughout safety. Road instructs the ruin in the immortal. A sweet laugh hardens."

*nods assuredly and slowly accelerates away from the bunker*
 
Sitting in the topmost part of the above ground area of the bunker, I have been watching through the binoculars for hours, but seeing no motion other than the cows and horses grazing in the field, the late season crops swaying in the breeze, and the occasional bald eagle out looking for his or her next meal.

I'm drinking lemonade because frankly, I am trying to stay sharp. Mainly because of the possible need to dispatch an intruder but also, because I fear Whip may need me to be there for her. I don't know what has gotten into her, but I'm scared. This isn't like her to act this way; perhaps she has been on guard duty too much and had too little recreation.

But when I hear the steel roll up door of the motor pool and the roar of the big V-twin engine on the motorcycle, I know something is up. Someone is leaving! I quickly scan the area near the exit with the scope of my rifle, but see no dangers lurking to nab who ever is about to go joy riding.

Confused about why someone would go riding when things are so quiet, I watch the narrow bridge over the moat and wonder who's leaving and realize....to late to stop her....that it's Whip.

She rolls across the bridge, accelerating as she goes. She doesn't look back, but considerately, presses the button for the door, and it closes behind her with a final, resounding thud.

Heading south, she is out of sight in less than two minutes...

I'm dumbfounded. "Come back, Sweetie...."
 
Depressed because of Whip's departure, I turn on the electronic defenses and abandon my post. "Fuck it; nothing's moving out there," I think to myself. It's been a long time since I've trusted the motion detectors, sirens, and electronic listening posts, but dammit, my heart is heavy and I want a drink.

It's quiet down below. The dormitory rooms are mostly closed, light spills under doors or through the gaps from partially open doors. People reading, or happily going about their evenings, or even working on something that might make our lives better are hopefully happy. Can I ever really make them happy here? It seems like we're in a cage some days and certainly, these ladies want more than my poor company to spend the rest of their days with.

I flip on the disco ball in the party room and turn on music, but keep it low. I don't want to disturb those who don't feel like dancing on this Saturday night. The bar's lights flicker on and bottles of brown, gold, or clear liquid reflect light onto nearby surfaces. Stainless steel fixtures gleam and glassware sits on the drying rack, spotless. I begin cutting mangoes, limes, and lemons. Ice is stocked in the well and I check my supply of Half-n-half. There's even a fresh keg of beer on tap but the ladies don't seem to drink it. The tinkle of glasses and ice reminds me of sounds I grew so used to in another life

The "tip bell" above the bar seems like a good way to get attention without having to make a bunker-wide announcement on the PA system. One ring reverberates in the room and I simply stand and sip my drink. They'll come if they're thirsty. Or want company. Or simply want to be social. Otherwise, I'm fine sitting here and sipping this smokey, brown liquor.
 
I walk in and see Dave, forlorn at his friend's absence. I walk past him behind the bar and grab the Patron.

I pour the golden libation into a sippy cup so I won't spill it while I dance around. The sippy cup is yellow and has a SpongeBob Squarepants figure printed on the side. It's cute and it must have been used by a mother for her child before the invasion.

I screw the lid on tightly, and walk over to the stereo. I put on what little Etta I can find.. walking over to Dave I take his hand...

"Dance with me, you nut... she'll come back."
 
*puts on anti-virus wet suit, runs in and gives CG a hug and a kiss and hurries out*
 
*puts on anti-virus wet suit, runs in and gives CG a hug and a kiss and hurries out*

Damn, escaping again, huh?

Wish you could stay.

RA and I are dancing...well, she's dancing and kinda holding me up.

And TL is around here somewhere. She always heads to her room when we get to drinking. I'm wondering if she is the cause of the battery shortage around here.
 
*** Pokes head out of dorm room ***

Hey all... it's Saturday night and all's well?
 
Damn, escaping again, huh?

Wish you could stay.

RA and I are dancing...well, she's dancing and kinda holding me up.

And TL is around here somewhere. She always heads to her room when we get to drinking. I'm wondering if she is the cause of the battery shortage around here.

No I head to my room when ignored. ;) I admit, I do use a lot of batteries. :eek:
 
Damn, escaping again, huh?

Wish you could stay.

RA and I are dancing...well, she's dancing and kinda holding me up.

And TL is around here somewhere. She always heads to her room when we get to drinking. I'm wondering if she is the cause of the battery shortage around here.
I thought you were getting kind of dead-weighty on me..umph..If you're going to do that at least keep you head on my shoulders. I can't get a good grip on you when your head keeps falling between my boobs..

And I'm sure we should start looking into rigging some solar cells around here..

*sucks her Patron from her sippy cup while she holds Dave up with the other hand. tosses empy sippy to the ground so she can get a good grip with both arms*

Damn, you're making me sweat, Dave...
 
I thought you were getting kind of dead-weighty on me..umph..If you're going to do that at least keep you head on my shoulders. I can't get a good grip on you when your head keeps falling between my boobs..

And I'm sure we should start looking into rigging some solar cells around here..

*sucks her Patron from her sippy cup while she holds Dave up with the other hand. tosses empy sippy to the ground so she can get a good grip with both arms*

Damn, you're making me sweat, Dave...

** wanders over to RA and Dave **

Need a hand? I had a nap today so I'm feeling all refreshed and helpful.
 
Used to be, women didn't complain when I did that.

:(
Babe, if I were sweating from that you'd hear no complaints out of me whatsoever... but I thought you were drunk and I was holding you up...lol If you've gotten perky... well, now, that's a whole 'nother ball of wax...:devil:
 
Hello! I thought i saw the disco lights shining under my door! Woohoo! I'm in the mood for a cold beer...please tell me there is something good in that keg...
 
Babe, if I were sweating from that you'd hear no complaints out of me whatsoever... but I thought you were drunk and I was holding you up...lol If you've gotten perky... well, now, that's a whole 'nother ball of wax...:devil:

Oh, I'm perky. Salty, crusty, fired up even. Let's turn up this music!
 
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