Dave's Zombie Proof Bunker and Refuge for Unattached Wimmens

[PlayfulLittle1]

I'm serviceable. Not completely broken and mending daily. Filling in all the little empty spaces. Putting the pieces back in some semblance of order. Ambulatory. Bipedal even.

The cranium still feels hollow, but the brain my re-start eventually.

Time sometimes does more good than we give credit for. It's the lack of a fast forward button for life that makes me a little wistful. *small smile*

Anyway. I need to go search through the music here. What is the format of choice in the bunker, I've never asked.

 

[WhipLuvr]

I'm serviceable. Not completely broken and mending daily. Filling in all the little empty spaces. Putting the pieces back in some semblance of order. Ambulatory. Bipedal even.

The cranium still feels hollow, but the brain my re-start eventually.

* slides in for a quick peck on the lips*


Whip's been working hard. Between sentry duty and working over the new tank she's been busy exterminating the population of mice that's suddenly cropped up in the bunker. Hearing their feet skitter about on the floors at night and finding chewed holes in food boxes and clothing gets mighty old mighty fast.


I've missed you.

 

[sereneone4u]

Hey you!

Little One saw Shriners today.

Her cmv went well. She has NO bladder damage, so no tethered spine surgery to release!!! However, her spine is curved at 15%. She sees the Chief of Staff in six months. I will be on pin and needles until Oct 30th, you know that, right?

Hope to talk soon and hope even more that things are well with you.

 

[Chaingun]

I need to go search through the music here. What is the format of choice in the bunker, I've never asked.

I prefer CD's. Something I can hold in my hand and actually find when I need it as opposed to an SD card which might disappear too easily.

 

[Chaingun]

I've missed you.

Missed you too, Whip.

It's been very cold in my room. The door is always open...

 

[Chaingun]

Hey you!

Little One saw Shriners today.

Her cmv went well. She has NO bladder damage, so no tethered spine surgery to release!!! However, her spine is curved at 15%. She sees the Chief of Staff in six months. I will be on pin and needles until Oct 30th, you know that, right?

Hope to talk soon and hope even more that things are well with you.

Things are fine for me, thank you.

I'm glad that there is good news for Little One. I always think of the struggle that you two share and I hope for the best for you. I would love to talk to you too. Say when.

 

[Chaingun]

Another one of those days...

I wake up, stretch, and stumble to the shower. Morning wood leads the way but soon I'm clean and, against my own wishes, wearing pants. Dammit.

But there's work to do.

In the fields, I make note of the fact that our irrigation ditches seem to be carrying plenty of water to the crops, the fruit trees seem to be thriving, and the livestock are safe behind the double rows of fences that keep them safe from the walking dead.

The pain in my leg seems to be leveling off. Either I'm getting used to it, or it actually is getting better. It still looks like hell, though. It's a wonder the ladies have not been absolutely repulsed by the size of that scar. My hack job of stitching the wound itself is clearly visible. I certainly am no good at sewing buttons back onto pants, why would I think I could make neat stitches in such a long wound? But, I didn't have a choice; I was in danger of going into shock so it was a race against time.

Either go into shock and bleed to death while I was unable to do anything about it, or suck it up, stitch the gash, and hopefully wake up from it later. Dragging myself into a janitor's closet in that derelict building allowed me the chance to get the door closed up and something wedged between it and the wall so that nothing could open it when I passed out. And as the darkness came on, I could hear them out there, scratching and moaning. I'm sure they smelled the blood.

"Not yet....not yet, scum, you can't have me today..."

I could hear my voice repeating it over and over as my jerky hands tried to close the wound.

Meh, enough of that. Water under the bridge.

Let's try to live in the here and now, shall we?

I walk over to a small building where my still is working, a slow burning fire keeps the mash warm and the white liquor drips off the copper into a big holding tank. Piping the biodiesel out here was a stroke of genius since now, no body needs to keep the fire stoked with fresh wood. Besides, the wood would get scarce if we started cutting down trees that weren't tactically important to remove.

Speaking of which, I need to chop up a tree that fell the other night in the storm. It was a big live oak and its heavy wood will make good beams for some things I want to build. And its smaller branches will burn nicely in the smokehouse and flavor the hams.

In the barn, I pick up an axe and turn and walk a quarter mile to where the massive oak lies on the ground, its limbs smashed under its own weight and its green leaves still vibrant and unaware as to how the life sustaining water is going to never come again. In a few more days, they'll begin to turn dull green and then brown. Months later, they would die completely and fall off and add to the detritus in the soil.

For now though, there is hard work to be done. I could use a chain saw, but I need the work out. I've started to get soft again. There hasn't been much opportunity to keep in shape with the recovery from the wound, the long slow trek back here, malnutrition, and the easy life I've tried to build. But the axe feels heavy in my hand and soon, I will be sweaty, blistered, and sore. But this needs to be done. I need to get back at it. Hard work makes us useful.

 

[PlayfulLittle1]

I skip down to the party room and open a closet door behind the sound system. My eyes must have bugged out of my head. "Dave? How many music stores did you clear out to get this collection???"

Some of it has been gone through, but I'd guess most of it has never been touched. Some of it looks like it's stacked or boxed in genres, but others have no semblance of order. Missing cases, cracked cases, covered in dust. My heart flutters happily eyeing titles of albums I'd forgotten or never heard of.

The sunshine can wait, I've got some work to do. I think I'm in love.

 

[Chaingun]

Glad you like it, Kitten.

 

[PlayfulLittle1]

Glad you like it, Kitten.

*bounces gleefully* I have never claimed to have good taste, but it's at least varied and this.... is..... awesome.

*dives back into sifting and sorting and organizing, rooftop plans forgotten*

 

[thesweetsweetness]

Hiya Dave and friends!

Hows everyone??

 

[Chaingun]

Hiya Dave and friends!

Hows everyone??

If I was any better, they'd have to prescribe something for it.

How're you?

 

[PlayfulLittle1]

Hiya Dave and friends!

Hows everyone??

We're having super fantastic sexy fun times, obviously.

 

[Chaingun]

We're having super fantastic sexy fun times, obviously.

You just might get made "Public Relations Director" for this place.

 

[PlayfulLittle1]

You just might get made "Public Relations Director" for this place.

Hardly. The main draw to this place is YOU, darlin'. Not much for anyone else to do.

But thanks.

 

[Chaingun]

Hardly. The main draw to this place is YOU, darlin'. Not much for anyone else to do.

But thanks.

Me?

Holy crap! Me?

But, but, I'm just well, me. I'm nothing special.


This place wouldn't be any fun without any of you ladies.

 

[blulilacgrl]

Just put in a garden! So we should have fresh veggies! Well maybe if I kill them or if the Zombies don't get them first. Hmm...think they would concern themselves with vegetables. Perhaps I should worry more about them stumbling through it and tearing it up. *sigh* This apocalyptic wasteland is frustrating!

How is everyone tonight?

And Chaingun I kinda have to agree with Playful, you are definitely the attraction. And the 'Aw shucks" kinda thing only makes it worse.

 

[Chaingun]

Just put in a garden! So we should have fresh veggies! Well maybe if I kill them or if the Zombies don't get them first. Hmm...think they would concern themselves with vegetables. Perhaps I should worry more about them stumbling through it and tearing it up. *sigh* This apocalyptic wasteland is frustrating!

Well, you're right; the zedheads don't much care for vegetables. We've got quite a set of crops growing, but a small vegetable garden might be nice for day to day needs when it comes to herbs and staple items that we can use in cooking for this group. A nice wire fence around it keeps the walkers out of our beans and soy and corn...so it should work well for your garden. I'll string some barbed wire tomorrow for you.

How is everyone tonight?

I'm fine. Still tired from the log splitting, but it keeps one in shape, yes?

And Chaingun I kinda have to agree with Playful, you are definitely the attraction. And the 'Aw shucks" kinda thing only makes it worse.

You're going to make me blush.

This place is for y'all. Not so much for me.

Sure, way back when, before everything went to shit, I had a juvenile idea of gathering as many women to me as possible while living out my days as our world wound down. But it's become so much more than that. Like the deeper love that develops between a Dom and sub that things progress beyond the whole BDSM thing and one day, they realize that despite their roles, they are in much deeper than they could have imagined. This has matured. It's not about me, or a giant bunker. It's not about protecting women like some super-Dom on a mission.

It's about preserving that bit of our sanity and humanity that threatens to slip away.

It's about maintaining what little bit of civilization that we can hold on to.

It's about the "us" that has developed from that.

 

[blulilacgrl]

Well, you're right; the zedheads don't much care for vegetables. We've got quite a set of crops growing, but a small vegetable garden might be nice for day to day needs when it comes to herbs and staple items that we can use in cooking for this group. A nice wire fence around it keeps the walkers out of our beans and soy and corn...so it should work well for your garden. I'll string some barbed wire tomorrow for you.

I'm thinking sweet potatoes, tomatoes, peppers, and maybe some green beans for veggies and oregano, mint, basil, and lavender for herbs. Anything else you would like?

I'm fine. Still tired from the log splitting, but it keeps one in shape, yes?

Ugh as does tilling, raking and hoeing. My arms are still vibrating and I finished tilling hours ago.

You're going to make me blush.

This place is for y'all. Not so much for me.

Sure, way back when, before everything went to shit, I had a juvenile idea of gathering as many women to me as possible while living out my days as our world wound down. But it's become so much more than that. Like the deeper love that develops between a Dom and sub that things progress beyond the whole BDSM thing and one day, they realize that despite their roles, they are in much deeper than they could have imagined. This has matured. It's not about me, or a giant bunker. It's not about protecting women like some super-Dom on a mission.

It's about preserving that bit of our sanity and humanity that threatens to slip away.

It's about maintaining what little bit of civilization that we can hold on to.

It's about the "us" that has developed from that.

wow. You just made me really stop and have to take a breath.

Although there is nothing wrong with a few super-Dom moments.

 

[Chaingun]

I'm thinking sweet potatoes, tomatoes, peppers, and maybe some green beans for veggies and oregano, mint, basil, and lavender for herbs. Anything else you would like?

I'm a huge fan of potatoes and peas.

Ugh as does tilling, raking and hoeing. My arms are still vibrating and I finished tilling hours ago.

I'll fire up the hot tub and we can all sit under the stars in the hot water and just let it all out.

wow. You just made me really stop and have to take a breath.

Although there is nothing wrong with a few super-Dom moments.

The smarter I get, the more I realize that I cannot stand in front of all of life's arrows for so many women. As I wrote in one of my stories, I'll be lucky to save myself.

It doesn't stop me from trying though. The Dom in me requires an attempt at protecting all of them though.

 

[PlayfulLittle1]

As unnecessary as you realize it is, for the bulk of the women who've found this place, I think I speak for many if not all in saying that we appreciate the security you've built. Zombies aren't the only danger you've protected some of us from.

There's a different sort of safety fostered by this place, and for me at least, that DOES start with you. It's carried on by the rest, but you set the tone.

/mushiness

 

[Chaingun]

There's a different sort of safety fostered by this place, and for me at least, that DOES start with you. It's carried on by the rest, but you set the tone.

Love you too, Sweetie.

 

[PlayfulLittle1]

Love you too, Sweetie.

 

[Chaingun]

Nothing to make the face about.

Never be embarrassed in telling your friends and loved ones how you feel about them. Just be honest. What could go wrong?

 

[PlayfulLittle1]

Nothing to make the face about.

Never be embarrassed in telling your friends and loved ones how you feel about them. Just be honest. What could go wrong?

Yes well. I've never been very good at feelings. Here or anywhere else.