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Felicia chapman

I began dragging the body into the shadows when I heard footsteps in the hallway. I froze, just as a man popped his head through the threshold and said something in chinese. He man chuckled, then shook his head before continuing down the hallway. I hid the body underneath some pallets and trash in the corner before deciding to lay some traps and leave. I grabbed my backpack, and looked to see what I had. I pulled out a pound of blackpowder, two pounds of salt peter, and some paracord. I found three grenades on the gear by the door. I found several cans of diesel in the adjacent room. At the end of the hallway was steel garbage can. I set everything up as close to the center of the building as I safely could. I suspended a grenade over the barrel and tied the trip wire to the pull pin and ran it to the entrance. I set all of my gear, and the gear I found outside the door. The rain had stopped, and a layer of fog was beginning to settle as the air cooled. I pulled the body from it's hiding place and open the entrance door wide, before laying the body out in plain view in the doorway. I made some noise, and high-tailed it out of there. As I neared Hermia's hide, a shot rang out. I instinctively dove for cover just before the building exploded. Debris was falling all around, the explosion was much bigger than I had anticipated. I couldn't hear, my vision was blurred, and there was a sharp pain in my shoulder.         

     I rolled over onto my back, and caught my breath. Hermia ran to me and helped me sit up. The building was in shambles, sections of the walls were blown out, and what remained of the roof was on fire. I touched my shoulder and felt a warm moist spot. "Fucking A, dude" Hermia yelled, both of our ears ringing. She lifted up my poncho, and put gauze on both sides of the wound. And put some butterflies on a gash on the back of my head. We slowly made our way southeast towards home, stopping often to change my bandages. My ears stopped ringing after an hour. Despite not being able to see ten feet in front of us and my wounds slowing us down, we made good time. We stopped forum food and water when we reached the creek. We would be able to follow it almost the entire way. As we started walking again, I couldn't help but watch Hermia's ass sway from side to side. It was well after dark before we reached the safety of the bunker. Hermia stayed very close the last mile or two, I could smell her perfume wafting from her neck. Taking the ladder down, was agonizing. I tried not to use my left arm, but I had too much gear and was forced to use it to keep close to the ladder. I braced myself before entering the blast door. I had tued my radio off earlier in the afternoon, so I'm sure that everyone was concerned. I started getting light headed, I was overexerting myself, and I was still losing blood. I forced the door open and collapsed over the threshold.

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