Dust Devil - Lost Sanctuary Book 3: A Thrilling Post-Apocalyptic Survival Series by Marcus Richardson & Mike Kraus

Author:Marcus Richardson & Mike Kraus [Richardson, Marcus]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Muonic Press Inc
Published: 2022-01-06T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 22

Valley Village Retirement Community

Santa Fe, New Mexico

Becca stood on the roof across the street from HQ with her hands on her hips and smiled. Her observation post was finally complete.

"Well?” asked Les, the leader of the construction crew. “You want to go inside and check it out before we take the crane down?" He mopped at his red, shiny forehead with a yellow handkerchief.

Becca clapped her hands. "Do I ever!" She got down on her hands and knees and pushed the plywood porthole cover aside. Behind it, there was a gap between the sandbags about two feet square. It was just enough for her to shimmy through. “Awww, you even put a blanket in here for me! That should make it comfy enough.”

She ducked her head and started to crawl into the dark opening when her backpack got caught on the sandbag structure. "Whoops," she muttered, half in and half out of the shelter. She backed up, took the bag off, then crawled in all the way. Despite the heat of the day, the enclosure covered four walls and lowered the air temperature a bit.

Becca turned around and dragged the backpack in behind her, which carried her radio and binoculars along with her notebook and some food and water. The old man got down on his knees on the other side and leaned down. "Now, the hatch is pretty simple. You just pull it over, and there's this rope tied around the inside. See it? Just pull that and the door should shut." He pushed the door into place. "Okay, try it.”

Becca smiled from her position on the blanket-covered roof under the outpost shelter. "This is great!" she cried as she leaned forward, pushed the door open and let in a shaft of bright light. She pulled on the rope, and the door slid back into place and sealed her inside the shelter.

"Okay, how's your field of view?" Les asked on the outside, his voice slightly muffled by the closed hatch.

Becca shifted and looked out the different slots they'd left—narrow slits about 6 inches high most of the way around the outpost. The corrugated roof overhang went all the way around too and kept the sun out—which was nice. Becca grinned. The gap they left in the sandbags was just wide enough for her to rest her binoculars and have an unobstructed view all the way around the enclosure, except the four corners that held the roof up.

"This is great!" she called back.

The old man laughed. "Well, good. I'm glad you're all settled in. Me and the boys are going to take the crane down and back across the street. We might use it to set up another outpost tomorrow. I think right now, we’re all gonna go get some shade and water."

"Sounds good," Becca said, her face already glued the binoculars as she peered out across the previously hidden side of the neighborhood. "This is awesome…" she whispered to herself. She felt like an explorer, seeing new vistas for the first time.

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