After the Apocalypse
Chapter 107: TCB
by Mark Bollman--> and Steve Donohue
"Well, what do you think?"
"Someone used it today alright, probably a stranger."
"Why do you say that?"
"Well," said Charlie, "I figure anyone whose been here for a while would have known the place wasn't heated and would have either used a latrine or found a place that was heated, like that cabin we were just in. This is going to be one helluva mess come spring."
"Hmm. Why would a stranger be here?"
"Maybe for the same reason we are."
"Could be, but somehow I doubt it. Well, if anyone has any business to take care of let's do it and move on."
Several of the men took advantage of the offer and made use of the bathroom. The fact that it was frozen and wouldn't flush created some limits on usage, but it definitely beat leaves and sticks. Once everyone was done they paused outside to discuss what to do next. It quickly became clear that there were two different ideas.
Peterson felt they should go back to the cabin they'd seen and wait for nightfall before continuing. He argued, somewhat convincingly, that they'd have better cover at night. Landers didn't buy his plan for a minute.
"Not likely, Peterson," he said, "I think we all know why you want to go back to that cabin and it's got nothing to do with being safe."
"Okay, so it's not all about night. I'm thirsty. Whateley's had us holed up in that stupid hospital for weeks, we barely get out and all and there's no chance of having a beer or maybe a shot of whiskey. I didn't sign up to be some tee-totaller wimp. I signed up to be in charge so I'd get my share of the good stuff. The good stuff's down in that cabin and I'll be damned if I'm just going to leave it there because you gutless fu…"
Whatever Peterson had intended to say was lost in a rush of air as big Ron Atkins grabbed him from behind in a bear hug that left him grasping for air. The rest of the group stared in disbelief - Ron didn't say much and he usually just did what he was told. He slowly released his hold on the smaller man.
"I don't want to die because you need a drink. My brother died because of a guy like you and it ain't happening again."
"Okay, Ron, whatever you say."
"Good. Charlie, what do we do next," asked Ron, clearly looking to change the subject.
"Well, I think we move down this road. We can see a good long ways and if we stay to the left and right we'll be able to hit cover pretty fast. If we get separated rendezvous back at that D-A sign we saw on Metamora Road."
With that, the small group moved out, heading further south along what appeared to be the main artery of camp, completely oblivious to the fact that they were heading into a trap.
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