Here’s the next episode of Bugout! from my story blog.
Originally posted on Scagsdale's Tales:
It was a cloudy morning. Humidity was high, and it smelled like rain. Trish woke up sweaty, tight against Terry. She reached up to his head and petted his cheek. He stirred.
“Good morning, beautiful,” Terry said sleepily, turning towards her.
“Muggy,” she said. “My nightgown is stuck to me.”
“Well, you should have left it off,” Terry said, grinning.
“Yeah, you’d like that, mister,” she said. “What’s up today?”
“I don’t know,” Terry said. “I have guard duty on the roof, but not until late this afternoon. I thought maybe I’d get back to working on this place.”
“Doing what?” she asked.
“Getting the other power masts working,” he said. “We’ve got to clean up that mess on the front lawn, too, but that’s going to take more than just me.”
“The General’s helicopter,” Trish said. “Maybe we ought to leave that there, and put a little fence around…
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