A BattlBox Story – Mission 30 NBC Box

A BattlBox Story – Mission 30

NBC Box – Nuclear, Biological, Chemical

 

“Get out of the way, dammit!” The further northeast Davis drove the more crowded the roadways became. In no time he found himself cursing and slamming his hand on the horn. Just outside of Stockdale, Texas, Davis took the least populated path to meet up with his daughter in La Grange. The only problem was, that seemed to be everyone else’s exodus plan as well. “Where do you idiots think you’re going?”

Before it was too late to change his mind, Davis diverted his route from going to Sequin, to a more easterly route through Nixon and perhaps cutting across on 90 to Luling. There were back roads to take but he vowed to get to his daughter waiting for him in La Grange as fast as he could. Which also meant he’d have to change routes on the fly. That was no problem. It typically would take him another hour and a half to get there. “This going to take me a few more hours dammit.”

Then his daughter Leigh called sending a jolt of nervous tension through his middle. “What is it honey?”

“Dad?”

“Yeah?”

“Has there been some sort of nuclear attack?”

“WHY…do you ask?”

“…Because there’s a guy wandering around a block away from the cabin with a gas mask on.”

“Can he see you? Does he know you’re there?”

“No. No, I peek out the curtain. I put the car around back like you said.”

“Is he anywhere near our property line?”

“No, he’s across the street. Dad has there been a nuclear attack?”

“Not as far as I know, baby. Don’t give him any indication you’re there.”

“I’m not. He’s just walking around with his cell phone out and this thing sticking out of it.”

“What thing?”

“I don’t know. I’m watching him with the binoculars. Just this black thing sticking out of his phone. He’s waving it around slowly in front of him.”

“And you said he has a mask on?”

“Yeah, some kind of gas mask.”

“I don’t know, Leigh. Just stay hidden. I’ll be there as soon as I can. Stay armed Leigh. I mean it. It won’t help you if you don’t carry.”

“I know Dad.”

“Call me if you get concerned.”

“I will.”

“Love you.”

“Bye, Daddy.”

Davis ran a nervous hand down his face. “Probably some crazy. Damn, she’s there all alone and I can’t do a thing about it.”

After he had laid his foot down on the gas, he turned on the radio, hoping perhaps he could rule out a radiological attack.

“…Don’t you think you’re just scaring our listeners?”

“No, I think they should be informed to make their own decisions. Are we not American’s after all?”

“Yes, but even if we’ve received a high dose of radiation…”

“Wait. You have to assume we all have. A small nuclear bomb has hit Virginia.”

“What!” Davis could not believe what he was hearing.

“…if you have them, wear your gas mask and take the Iosat Potassium Iodide Tabs.”

“Wait a minute. Is that really necessary. Those tablets should only be taken in a confirmed nuclear radiation emergency. Don’t you think a doctor should be the judge of that?”

“Of course people need to listen to their local news but my point is there’s a lot of things you can do to prevent radiation risk. You can take Colloidal Silver for one. It’s a natural immune support supplement.”

“Doesn’t that stuff turn you blue?”

Ignoring the question, the interviewee said, “You can also use Radiacwash Towelettes to wipe off radiation if you’ve become contaminated. Also be sure to put anything exposed into radioactive waste bags for proper disposal.”

“See, I think you’re just scaring the crap out of people with all of this.”

“No, I’m not. I’m empowering people. Look if you don’t believe me, there’s a book everyone should download right now on your Kindle; might just save your life. Nuclear War Survival Skills by Cresson Kearny. Lifesaving Nuclear Facts and Self-Help Instructions. It comes in paperback and ebook version. Get one and put it in your family library.”

“Dang, I think I have that one at the cabin.”

“It’s an informative read. We have this perception that when there’s a nuclear attack everyone automatically dies, but that’s not the truth. There are ways to survive a nuclear attack and there is no time like the present to learn.”

“Okay…”

Davis had heard enough and turned off the radio. When he pulled up into the cabin’s gravel driveway, he saw the gas-masked man sitting on the porch of his own cabin across the street with a folding knife in his hand. The only reason Davis noticed the knife from that distance was an odd green glow emanating from the handle of the blade in the shadows of the porch overhang. The man hadn’t moved or made any threatening gestures since he saw Davis pull up. Stepping out of his truck, Davis was armed and ready anyway.

“Howdy,” he yelled.

The guy nodded and as he did the canister on the end of his mask bobbed up and down. He waved at him too after folding his green glowing knife up and putting it back in his pocket.

Hmm…odd guy. Typically not one to engage strangers, this one lived right across the street from him. He needed to find out what sort of person he was before making further plans.

“Do you uh, think we’ve been hit?”

The gas-masked guy pushed himself up from the porch and walked his way with a slow stride.

Detecting no threat from the guy, but still cautious, Davis met him halfway.

A muffled voice of an older man came out, “We’re definitely exposed. My Geiger counter says we’re in the danger zone.”

“What does that mean?”

“Depends,” gas-masked man said as he lifted an orange card that hung on a tether around his neck. “This is a dosimeter. It measures ionizing radiations above normal.”

“What?”

“It measures the radiation you’re exposed to.”

Looking at the school bus orange card, Davis asked, “What does yours say?”

He shrugged, “The indicator is barely darkened past normal but there’s a 20% error rate on either side.”

“Is that bad?”

“Well, it’s not good but it’s definitely not the worst.”

“What happened in Virginia?”

“No one really knows yet but I’m betting a dirty bomb.”

“North Korea?”

“Hell…pick one. It doesn’t matter.”

“Hey, I’m Davis Cole, by the way.”

“Hi Davis. My name’s Wyatt Teller. I’m a Geologist out of Austin.”

“Okay, I knew someone bought this property but we’ve not met. Is it just you?”

“Yeah, I live alone.” He pointed toward Davis’s cabin and chuckled inside the mask. “I’ve seen a young lady peeking out the window at me. Didn’t mean to scare her.”

“The mask may have done that.”

Wyatt pulled off the rubber gas mask, his elderly face a sweaty mess of rivering sweat trails, “I almost forgot I was wearing it. Just practicing.”

“She said you were waving around your cell phone with a stick on the end?”

“Oh, yeah that’s my mobile Geiger counter. I haven’t really detected anything but I’m taking measurements in intervals.”

“Is there anything you recommend we do at this point?”

“Um, filter your water. Even the stuff you get out of the facet for now until we know more.”

“Okay, I’ve got a Seychelle Radiological Water Filter Straw. Will that work?”

Wyatt lifted his eyebrows. “Yes, that’ll work just fine.”

“I’m a prepared sort of guy.”

Wyatt nodded. “Best way to be these days. Though I’m not sure what to make of things. We have a locked down biological attack in Bexar County and a dirty bomb explosion in Virginia? What the hell’s going on?”

This time Davis shrugged, “I don’t know…but those prepared will survive another day while those not, fade into history.”

If we’re lucky,” Wyatt said.

Davis nodded, “If we’re lucky.”

Note from the Author AR Shaw

 

This is a story based on the items I’ve received in the BattlBox.com monthly subscription. There are affiliate links to the items listed. I do receive a small payment from the affiliate links that helps to cover the cost of writing a free story for you. I hope you enjoy this ongoing tale of Davis Cole and his apocalyptic adventures. We’ll see what happens based on the items received in the next monthly box.

Until then, if you enjoy reading post-apocalyptic stories, please check out my books.

 

Books by A. R. Shaw

 

The Graham’s Resolution Series

The China Pandemic

The Cascade Preppers

The Last Infidels

The Malefic Nation

 

Surrender the Sun

Book One

Book Two

 

The French Wardrobe

The French Wardrobe

 

Kindle Worlds Novellas

Deception on Durham Road

Departure from Durham Road

Kate’s Redemption

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